The Wife Watchers Party

Another wife watching tale by:

Bertram W. Bronson

bwbinca@hotmail.com

Chapter 1  (Prologue)

Taunting sounds drifted through heavy drapery, whispering voices, movement and muffled little gasps of breath. I froze in place, listening intently, not daring to make the tiniest little sound. The bed was very close to my hiding place, only inches away from the drapery. Trying to muffle the sound of my hoarse breathing, I squatted in the darkness drawing short shallow breaths. There were more rustling noises... and a moment later, the sound of my wife's soft breathy whimpers reached my straining ears. I could feel my pulse quicken, shivers ran up my spine and I squirmed nervously, listening... waiting. An eternity passed as I clenched my fists and waited for each tiny sound. I could hear the movement of shifting bodies and the bed creaked slightly, once, then again. Not an ongoing rhythmic creaking, but still, the ominous sound of a squeaking bedspring prickled the hair on the back of my sweaty neck. And it was warm and dark inside my narrow hiding place, but theyd built a thickly padded floor and aside from the sound of my thumping heart I could move silently

On hands and knees, like a sweaty caged animal, I began crawling back and forth along the heavy drapery peering through the spaces in the pleated curtain listening and watching his hand slipping through the neck of her white silk blouse, slipping into her bra, his fingertips inching toward the pert pink nipple of her breast. Head tipping back, Wendy was making little whimpering sounds and I felt my churning belly tightening into an achy twist of knots.

The bed creaked again the sordid sound seemed a preview of what was about to happen and the anxiety tightened every muscle in my body, but still, uncontrollable shivers of anticipation washed over me and for just an instant, I thought about how I came to be here so far from home, crouched in a dark hiding place, secretly watching my wife with another man, seeing his hands on her breasts his fingers up under her skirt, toying with the thin crotch of her panties. Maybe I should have just ignored that strangely worded invitation. And it seemed like it came out of nowhere, just popped out of cyberspace and into in my personal e-mail folder a mysterious party invitation.

I remember glancing at the e-mail curiously and mumbling aloud, Probably just another internet scam?

Instinctively, my finger eased toward the delete key, but my eyes quickly flashed over a line or two. No, it appeared to be straightforward, but there were innuendos and a clear, yet subtle undertone of sensuality. I paused, looking at the puzzling name of the sender

Who is this Roadrunner guy, I wondered? Probably its someone with a rock group, maybe a racing team well; it can't be a damn desert bird! Puzzled, I read the invitation a couple of times and one cryptic phrase caught my eye

of an esoteric nature, in an exclusive and very private location.

The next thing I did was grab my Websters and look-up esoteric. Mmmm certainly not what I thought it meant. Now really intrigued, I glanced up at my calendar the 14th of July it fell on a Saturday that year. I gazed at my calendar, my mind started pondering the possibilities and it was only about three weeks away. I jotted down the location. As the days passed, I was still uncertain, but curiosity began to gnaw at me.

The weekend neared at Monterey Bay, well, its probably just some kooky seaside gathering of local artists

But what the hell, I thought to myself, we need a little vacation anyway. I didnt give the wife any details

Just came up behind Wendy in the kitchen, slipped an arm around her waist and thought about what the invitation implied and what might happen. Stubbles of my day-old beard caught the gossamer strands of her long blonde hair and she shivered at the touch of my lips against the side of her tender neck. I let the tip of my tongue touch her skin and through a thin summer skirt, the warmth of Wendy's curvy buttocks pressed back against my stomach. I could feel the crack of her ass and my thoughts drifted into a more sordid dimension.

Sweetheart, lets just get away for a long weekend, I whispered into the honeyed scent of her long soft hair.

I was still unconvinced, maybe even a little apprehensive, but we packed a few things for a quick trip out to the west coast. With a sweet flush of innocence on her pretty face, Wendy folded a particular silk blouse into our light travel bag, tucking it in with her bras and panties. There was an alluring fit to that white silk blouse, the way it always clung so deliciously to the shapely contours of her shifting breasts. I'd always loved the way it concealed her adorable curves, yet if one allowed his eyes to linger, it subtly revealed that sweet pinkish pucker of pert nipples

And my pretty blonde wife wore it the night of the party it was the one I'd bought for her birthday exquisitely thin Japanese silk with tiny ivory buttons.

Memories of that long weekend now linger in every molecule of my brain I remember conspiring with my hostess, hiding close to the bed, down on my knees, peeking through the curtain and secretly watching their image in the big wall mirror seeing them kiss and seeing the shameful blush on her pretty face. His eyes lingered on her breasts and I felt that sinking sensation in my stomach as he eased his hand out of her bra and opened her blouse his skillful fingers slipping those little ivory buttons out of the loops.

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About an hour earlier I'd been waiting out on the patio, sitting in a far corner, secretly watching them through the open French doors. It was a magical night, stars reflected like chips of diamonds scattered across the shimmering surface of the swimming pool. But the luxurious mansion, the magnificent of Monterey Bay, its night sky, the chirping of mating crickets held little interest. My mind my soul my very consciousness dwelled on the milling crowd behind the open doorway.

They were still sitting amongst the elegant party-goers, seemingly the affluent upper crust of west coast society. Cuddling on the sofa, their hands touched and they were whispering softly. Excitement flushed her pink cheeks, while under the shimmer of white silk, another faint hint of color revealed the firmness of my wife's tender nipples. Slowly Wendy turned in his arms the silk blouse tightened across the swell of her breasts. As she shifted her weight, the movement lifted the round curve of one smooth ass-cheek an inch above the sofa cushion.

My eyes shifted from the curve of Wendys buttocks to the up-lift of firm shapely breasts and my pulse quickened as my wife pressed her warm fullness against his chest. With her pouty warm mouth poised for a first kiss, Wendy gazed up at him; fascination glimmered in her deep blue eyes. Staring down into the misty blue of my wife's eyes, his hand slipped around her back and eased under the shimmering strands of long blonde hair. Soft silky hair brushed tantalizingly against his knuckles and under the thin silk blouse, I knew the smooth skin of her back was invitingly warm under his fingertips

Even in the dim lighting, I could see his hand gradually easing lower, down along her spine, onto the upper swell of her curvy buttocks and I could feel it the tingle of anxiety starting to creep slowly up the back of my neck. He hugged Wendy firmly, drawing her married warmth into his strong arms. With my wife leaning slightly toward him, his lips lightly brushed her cheek and palm-up, an inch at a time, his fingers slipped between the sofa cushion and one curvy ass cheek.

Wendy's eyes went wide and there was a breathy gasp as his fingertips began wiggling deeper under her voluptuous backside, feeling through her skirt and panties, inching toward the deep crease between her curvy buttocks I watched his hands on my wife, his fingers cupped under the sweetly rounded curve of her warm ass and my guts tightened sweaty tension began seeping out of my pores.

Her pretty face flushed, nervously her hips shifted on the seat cushion, but now my wife was practically sitting on the palm of his hand and his up-turned fingers were pressing the crotch of her panties up against the moist crease of her vagina

Across the crowded room, no one seemed to care. No one seemed to even notice a handsome young man sitting with his fingers hidden under the hind-end of a pretty blonde girl. And my blushing wife squirmed little side-to-side wiggles of her buttocks and glanced furtively around the room. I suppose it was just my heated imagination, but with barely noticeable undulations of her hips she seemed to be rubbing her panty crotch against his fingertips. Maybe Wendy was just trying to wiggle away from his fingers, but as her breath quickened, I thought of her warm vaginal fluids, seeping through her thin pubic hairs, through the crotch of her panties, possibly staining the back of her skirt. And I thought of stopping it, of snatching my blushing wife from his grasp, but I sat, ostensibly paralyzed as the moments ticked by.

From out on the patio, unobserved in the shadows, I watched my shy wife twisting nervously in his arms, his fingertips hidden somewhere under the warmth of her wiggling backside and nervous perspiration began to sting at corners of my eyes. And my God, for Monterey Bay, the July night of the party was unusually hot and humid. My shirt seemed glued to my back and the little flurries of salt air drifting inland from the bay did little to dry the sweat.

Squirming in my seat, I saw him suddenly ease his hand out from under my wife's buttocks and lift her to her feet my breath caught

Wendy got to her feet with a shamefaced blush on cheeks. She stood long-legged and lovely in her high-heels and while glancing shyly around the room, she smoothed the wrinkles out of the backside of her skirt. Then quickly, before she could move away, he clasped my wife's hand and led her out onto the crowded dance floor. At the edge of the dance floor, he held my pretty wife at arms length and spun her around in a circle and with a twisting swirl of her long golden hair, she landed in the clasp of his arms and they disappeared amongst the dancers.

And all the while they were dancing unbeknownst to my innocent Wendy, the seclusion and privacy of a very special bed lay prepared... its satin bedding lay open, awaiting the warm naked loins of my timid wife.

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As I write these words, I still feel a twinge of guilt bubbling to the surface, but I'll go on with this shameful confession, this admission of marital betrayal. First I'll go back a bit tell you how it started

It was one of those impetuous moments, one or two casual comments and then, as if my common sense had taken wings, bit-by-bit the fanciful words just spilled out of my mouth. And in the next shameful hour, while standing with my pretty hostess under a shimmering night sky, we hatched a secret plot an audacious scheme wherein this handsome young man would attempt to seduce my bashful wife. And the most shameful part of the scheme was that I would hide nearby and watch the seduction take place. In the pit of my stomach, guilt chased the fear around in little twisty spirals and as the plan took shape, I remember staring out across the darkened bay and gripping the wrought iron railing with tight nervous fingers

But in those fateful moments, I allowed my hostess to set the plan into motion a cunning scheme for another man to hold my precious Wendy in his arms, dance with her and whisper softly in her ears. And should his teasing touches and whispers give rise to opportunity entice my shy little darling into a hidden room, onto an available bed and

And behind a closed door, in the privacy of a quiet room, what might happen will she allow him to tip her back onto the bed, slip his hand up under her skirt and make love with her? Within our marriage, the intimate touch of another man remained only an exciting bedtime fantasy, but as the moment neared, the sordid images rippled from my swirling brain and down into my guts. A wash of anticipation welled up in my groin

And I lived a long sweaty summer night one that will always lurk among the dark weaving shadows of my mind.

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Months have passed, back home in Kansas the cold winter rains have come. But still, on many dark nights, while my sweet Wendy sleeps quietly by my side, relentlessly my thoughts drift back to that hot mid-summer night in Monterey.

Virginal outside our marriage, it was her first time with another man and the flickering pictures unfold in my memory images and high-fidelity recordings of every sound, replay over and over. And it still lives within me, memories of the exquisite groin-tightening pain... and the never to be forgotten, heart-thumping excitement

Many times I reach under the bed covers and tenderly clasp my sleeping wife's hand, her soft fingers now lie warm and limpid in my hand, but I remember themthose same soft fingers coiled so warmly around his stiffened penis. I can still see the shy blush on her pretty cheeks as those married fingers stroked his penis it was bone-hard under the sliding skin and I remember her excited blue eyes staring in fascination at the thick pulsing head, tightly swollen, it stood well above the firm clasp of her small fist.

Unbidden, the images float down from the darkened ceiling above our bedmy blushing Wendy resisting the urge, but finally slipping out of her panties and rolling shyly onto her back. Timidly Wendy lifted her skirt and parted her knees, exposing the feathery curls of blondish hair and the glistening seam of her vagina. I remember watching her arms creeping up around his neck, his swollen cock-head parting the wispy blonde hairs and sliding smoothly into the slippery warmth my wife's spread knees bending back, her up-curving spine allowing one smooth firm thrust to bury the thickly swollen head deep into her little round belly. And the sound of those first shrieking cries Oh my God those shrieking cries

And her pearly pink-painted toes ohhh how they soon began to clench and wiggle above his back. I remember it all the creaking bed; the soft lighting on my wife's pretty face. And how could I ever forget the groans and whimpers or the fleeting glint of Wendy's gold wedding band as her sharp nails cut into the skin of his naked back?

Spread under him, toes clenched, nail scratches on his back when those fleeting shadows drifted hauntingly down out of the dark; unconsciously I gently pressed her sleeping hand. I held the soft warm fingers that once clasped so tightly against the strong back of another man. On the other pillow, my wife's lovely blonde head stirred her sleep disturbed, long dark eyelashes fluttered and for several moments the sound of her breathing changed. But I just held her soft warm hand as she slipped quietly back into her dreams and I looked down at her pretty face. I love to watch this beautiful female creature sleeping, see the errant strands of long blonde hair spilling across her cheek and listen to her breathing softly through sweetly parted pink lips. While her puffy little breaths stirred the thin strands of honey-colored hair, I tipped my head back and thought how much I love this woman how I'll always love her, how she'll be my sweetheart forever.

So there are nights, when after we've made love, I lay staring up into the dark and my thoughts drift back to Monterey hiding behind the curtain, watching and listening to the sound of my wife making love with another man. And I let the warm memories fill my mind and when my mind is full, the memories spill over into little shivery sensations that trickle down my spine and settle into the pit of my stomach. As I hold Wendy's sleeping hand in mine; sometimes I feel her squeeze back, a little dreamy squeeze as her fingers curl around mine. Then I slip over onto her pillow and burrow my face into the fragrance of her soft blonde hair and while I feel her breathing softly against my cheek I let the haunting memory unfold and I listen to it

I listen to the sound of that hot summer night in Monterey, the sound of the bed the way the slight creak of flexing bed-springs mingled so tellingly with my little darlings moans and piercing cries

But now, with a cold winter rain pattering on our roof, shes resting quietly by my side, safe in my arms, all sleepy soft and warm a faint touch of her sweet fragrance drifting up from under the blankets. And sometimes I gently lift and release the blankets and as the bed-covers settle back down around her sleeping body that little puff of sweet female scent wafts up against my face the heady aroma of warm female skin, a touch of perfume and the faint scent of her warm loins. We all know it we all love it, that wondrously intoxicating scent of a woman that lingers so delightfully in our bedding, on our pillows and in all our minds.

Less than an hour ago we made love, but many times, helpless with my love for her and weak with need, I crawl back between Wendy's long bare legs and nudge her knees apart. When she feels me settling between her thighs and the head of my penis snuggles into the moist curly hairs, she begins to awaken, hips shift a little and her knees begin to draw back. My wife's inner thighs are smooth, the silky skin warm against my hips then those long dark eyelashes flutter, sleepy blue eyes squint open and she murmurs

Ohh darling you want to again?

In a slow sleepy move, her fingers ease down between us and she lifts the soft cotton nightie above her dainty belly button and I feel Wendy's smooth bare stomach snuggling up against mine. My wife slants her loins, slick and gluey, the encompassing female warmth slides over me the head of my penis pushing fully into the clinging pink slipperiness. Ohhh darling, she whispers I love doing it and doing it and doing it

And so, beneath the warm sheltering blankets of our marriage bed, lost in the erotic memory of a night long passed, I make love to her again tender sleepy-love.

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Well, my readers, of course you also love your wives, you love them deeply, but have you ever thought of what it would be like to peek through a curtain or quietly sneak up to a closed door and listen to your little darling wife  listen to the mother of your children making love with another man... hear the bed creaking and her little breathy gasps?

Now don't pretend you've never toyed with the scary thought of your wife with another man don't deny it even to yourself! Because if you've read this far, I know the tantalizing image has been sneaking up into your mind!

That said, and when its coming close and she starts to groan, do you ever wonder if your fists would clench and every muscle go tight? How about when your wife begins to orgasm and that crazed butterfly starts darting about in your stomach? And the sound of her whimpers ohhh yes, those simpering cries would send a thousand tiny wings fluttering around the lining of your tense belly. So can you imagine the raw feeling, the warmth spreading into your groin the tingling sensation crawling up along your spine?

Well my readers, the following chapters will tell such a story a very long and titillating exploration into the psychology of wife-sharing and that curious impulse to let it happen. Its a meandering tale of raw human emotion, the exquisite thrill of planning it, the ensuing anxiety of watching helplessly as the undoable act takes place And of course, theres the rise of heart thumping excitement as her arms begin to curl around his neck, clenched toes creep higher over his back and her first fearful whimpers become pleading cries of passion.

So if you dare, read on, travel with me deeper into this twisty maelstrom of emotion maybe even bring your bashful wife along that little sweetheart you love so dearly. But beware, if your sweet wife slips into the narrow darkness of my hiding place and shares lingering peeks through the mystical curtain, her innocent mind may begin to dwell on the image of being naked in the arms of a strong handsome guy another mans long stiff penis thrusting smoothly into her tense belly. She may begin to ponder the thought of her pretty head bouncing on the pillows of your creaking marriage bed while you lean close and stare anxiously into her glazed eyes she may want to learn the sweaty feeling of your clasping hand your nervous breath against her flaming cheek.

Well its going to be a long journey, but if you bring her along into this swirling pit of emotion, hold the little darlings left hand and toy with her wedding band while I turn that crazed butterfly loose, I'll just let it flit about, randomly banging its head into the tender lining of your stomachs until you both feel the shivering tingle of its wings way down in your queasy bowels

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To be continued in (Chapter 2) 
The Wife Watchers Party

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Chapter 2  (Ohh my God why did I ever start this?)


That hot Saturday night in Monterey, something near magical brought it all together. After all the hot-wife fantasies, the naughty bedtime whispers after all the times I stared down into her big blue eyes and we whispered imagined scenarios of other men in one or two tense hours, it was done.

So on the night of the party the persistent imagery of my wife with another man was lurking about in some devious part of my mind, but thinking back, that impetuous crossing of the line occurred at the very moment I noticed this one particular guy.

Among the select crowd of young, very classy couples, he was not the ordinary man, he stood out from the other young guys a few years older, ruggedly handsome and he seemed to radiate an air of health and calm self-assurance. And I wondered about that Roadrunner guy hes the one e-mailed that party invitation, so likely hes here, mingling somewhere within the crowd. Could this handsome, slightly older man be the mysterious Roadrunner?

And the whole crowd seemed to be a mixed group of very sophisticated marrieds. The lovely wives were a delight to the eyes, wedding bands and diamonds glittered on the smoothly manicured fingers of nearly every female left hand. And I saw two familiar faces very pretty female faces that I recognized, but couldn't quite place.

But other thoughts, little nagging thoughts of my own innocent wife trampled through my mind. The very attractive couples were loose and friendly, mingling, dancing close and touching each others wives. And we were so far away from our little home town would this be the time the time to let it happen?

As this ruggedly handsome older guy passed among the party goers, I noticed female heads turning his way, subtle glances as they tried to catch his eye. And I couldn't help but think of him with my wife, but conflicting notions swirled through my mind and I felt the twisty rush of excitement, yet all the concerns and worries.

But still, I reasoned, if my bashful Wendy finally has sex with another man no one in our small town would ever know. And what if my blushing wife does arrive home with her tender vagina still wet with the sperm of a strong handsome man? Well no one will know, that only hours ago, another man had been between her legs, or suspect that her cotton panties are still warm and damp from the residue of his lovemaking.

So back home no one will know, not family, not friends it will be our secret We would un-pack and with a blush on her pretty face shed toss her sperm soiled panties into the laundry basket but not the memories, those memories would live forever as the realization of our bedtime fantasy

As I thought about this, our bedtime whispers crept into my mind, imagery of my young wife squirming in the middle of our bed, a young clean-cut guy tossing up her nightie getting her legs apart getting the head of a long stiffened cock into her his strong back arching, then a single quick deep thrust. Their pubic hairs meshing, her heels pinning back, her toes curling under, hearing her grunt and knowing his cock was in her sleek vagina totally in.

On the night of the party, these fantasy images were squirming around in my belly and they didnt want to leave. So I continued watching, taking the measure of this one outstanding guy and finally made a casual inquiry with Marilyn, our lovely hostess. The cliff top mansion perched high above the rocky shoreline and out on the patio, I could see Marilyn. I waited my chance and eased next to her. It was quieter out there under the starry sky. Marilyn was not only lovely, but friendly and easy to talk to

Finally, I nodded very casually toward the open door and murmured, Marilyn, whos the tall guy the one leaning against the bar?

She glanced through the open French doorway. Oh, he's an old friend, a really nice guy. Would you like to meet him?

Uh, well I just thought my wife might enjoy talking with him. My wife Wendy, well shes just a little shy around men.

I spoke guardedly at first, but gradually our thoughts converged and her intuitive questions and my answers became more pointed. Surprisingly Marilyn seemed to keep steering the conversation back to my wife and my interest in this tall handsome guy and I could see a twinkle in her eyes and a bit of intrigue.

Eventually, Marilyn slipped her hand into mine, and almost like lovers, we leaned against the wrought iron railing, looking far out across the moonlit bay. Immediately I was drawn to Marilyn. From time-to-time, I could feel her warm hip pressing against mine and we talked casually for a long while. When I was in the seventh grade, I murmured, I was madly in love with a sweet little girl who broke my heart. All the boys were fascinated with her. We called her Mare and some days she wore her hair in pigtails and the name Marilyn was embroidered in a little pink scroll across the front of her white tee shirts.

Oh how sweet and just a little sad, you must think of your special Marilyn from time-to-time, she whispered. Uh-huh, time passes and sometimes I wonder how she is and if I'll ever get to see Mare. Across the dark horizon, the night seemed almost magical and we continued whispering softly over the hiss of surf against the rocky shoreline

So Brad, she murmured. It seems you've been mentally toying with thoughts of sharing your wife with another guy in fact, thinking about it rather seriously.

Uh-huh. My eyes drifted away I'm a little embarrassed about it, but just the thought of it takes my breath away and its a strange fantasy that sort of grew over time. I just wanted to try it maybe just one time.

For a moment only silence staring upward, lost in thought, my eyes idly followed a meteor as it streaked across the dark sky. As the silver streak of fire vaporized into celestial dust, Marilyn gave my hand a little attention getting squeeze, and my eyes drifted back from across the bay and into hers.

Beware Brad, the thrill of wife watching is very contagious and it can open a floodgate of emotions, she whispered. And its not likely to stop with only one time. And as if to impart the message, her warm wiggling fingers twined more tightly with mine. Behind Marilyns mystical eyes, a deep omniscience seemed to hover and her fixated gaze seemed to be reading my thoughts and seeing into my very soul.

Once you've watched it happen, she whispered. Seen your shy little darling with her toes wiggling over another mans back and sweet Wendy has felt the thrill of another man the deep thrust of his stiffened penis well Brad, its likely you'll both enjoy the thrill of letting another man have your wife from time-to-time

Mmmm, I've wondered about that about my wife wanting to do it again and I suppose the memories keep floating back into your minds.

Thatll happen a lot Brad and usually at bedtime. Imbedded in your subconscious, the memories hover just beneath the surface, just waiting to creep back into your awareness. Little things will jog your memory, maybe a distant look in Wendys eyes as she stands next to your bed and unzips her dress, or the sight of her panties left on the bathroom floor, you pick them up and find a little sticky wetness in the crotch and the memories of this night may all flood back. When you make love, even the sound of the bed creaking or a particular gasp or whimper can bring it all back.

Yeah, after another man has his wife, well I suppose a husband never gets over the squirmy feelings and the memories, I mumbled. And a while back, Googling, I stumbled onto a hot-wife web site, a fellow calls himself Inigo has it seems to be a sincere down-to-earth guy. And its thoughtfully monitored no whackos and crazies, just a lot of really nice people posting wife-sharing messages.

Mmmm hmm I know that web site very well, she smiled with that same mysterious twinkle in her eyes.

So we've been chatting on-line, I said. We found a really nice farming couple over in Minnesota, shared intimate thoughts with another married couple in Manchester England and then two or three guys an I don't know why, but that hot-wife intrigue just kept growing in our minds. So just for the thrill of writing, I posted a few stories, all that crazy stuff that pops into my head and then one day I got this this rather cryptic party invitation.

Suddenly, the mood shifted. Her voice softened and she looked intently into my eyes, Brad, listen carefully to what I'm going to tell you now. You and your wife have been accepted into a very exclusive inner circle of people thats why you're now on the permanent guest list. Have you figured out where that invitation came from, how you and Wendy were chosen to be invited here tonight?

Uh no, I've been kinda puzzled about this whole crazy thing.

Marilyn clasped my hand a little more firmly. Well Brad, tonight you may learn many secrets and one is that exclusive invitation well, it came from a group of friends who inhabit that web site and some of them are here tonight.

Oh my God I didnt know, I mumbled in confusion. It came from a name I didnt recognize something strange like Roadrunner. And the invitation just appeared in my e-mail box, and the next day it was gone just mysteriously disappeared.

Mmm hum, my hostess whispered Well connected, very important people caused that e-mail to just discreetly disappear. A few minutes after you opened it, an embedded computer code programmed that e-mail to self-destruct. Thats the way of this party group, powerful, very influential men and complete security and confidentiality. And later you'll lean why our secrets must never leave the secure walls of this mansion.

That sounded so strange, a little intimidating and my mind went into a spin. I tried to remember some of the names and the messages on the web site some of the intriguing hot-wife issues and Marilyn stood there watching my reaction.

Well anyway Brad, about tonight, the man you've asked about, his name is Marc. She now studied my eyes with an amused look on her face, hes a high-level executive over at Pebble. So you think your wife would like to meet him and perhaps?

Yes I'm, well, pretty sure.

Mmm, she murmured, it might be fun. Likely he's already noticed your beautiful wife, but I'll point her out to Marc and later I'll introduce them, and we'll see what we can work out. And Brad ah one more thing

Yes, Marilyn?

Well Brad, don't feel so embarrassed, you're certainly not alone with that particular wife fantasy watching your wife making love with another man is a common fantasy and later, well it seems you've been recommended and cleared by the big Boofer and several other well-connected people, so theres a little party secret I can share with you actually, a rather big secret.

My lovely hostess eased her hand up around the back of my neck and lifted her pretty face slightly parted lips, warm and moist, pressed mine. I felt the tiny flick of Marilyns warm pointy tongue and then she smiled at me, a mysterious teasing smile and disappeared back into the crowd. I was a little confused about those strange names, the mysterious invitation and perplexed about the little secret

What secret? I wondered what in hell could it be?

But I continued to take note of Marc mingling with the sophisticated crowd, an immaculately dressed, clean-cut guy, the quintessential young executive, tall, well mannered and self-assured. Mingling casually, he seemed to be well respected and not the pushy type. I paid particular attention as he interacted with some of the women, a gentle hand squeeze in passing a word or two spoken with respect. As I strolled around in the crowd, I could feel that curious intrigue creeping deeper into my stomach hed be the perfect match for my shy lovely wife, the perfect bed partner for her first time. I began to wonder how it would feel to offer my wife to him, watch him take her from me lead her off to some secluded part of the house.

A little weak feeling crept into my stomach. My God I thought, do I dare go ahead with this dare to ease my shy wife into Marcs presence, just give this crazy hot-wife fantasy a little nudge and maybe guide it up to the next bend in the bumpy road?

By the time I saw my pretty hostess smiling at me from across the room, the heavy boots of curiosity had stomped all over the squirmy little doubts. Marilyn moved next to me, unnoticed, we slipped back out onto the patio. Did you talk to Marc about meeting my wife and

Uh-huh, she whispered. He'd already noticed your beautiful wife and he's infatuated with the idea of of having her. I told him its Wendy's first time and he's utterly intrigued.

Someone had swung the double doors wide open to the night air. Glancing back inside I could see this extremely handsome guy standing across the room, his dark eyes unobtrusively watching my wife and a few of the stomped upon doubts sprung back to life. Marilyn sensed me squirming; she could see the emotional trauma, the indecision creeping up into my eyes.

Be sure Brad Marc would be the perfect guy to make love with your innocent Wendy, but its a big step and if we start this well, after a certain point it might be hard to stop it.

Nerves crawling, my stomach in a knot, I found myself staring up at the blackness of a Monterey sky, it shimmered with zillions of stars and I thought Now grasp the opportunity now, give Wendy to another man or it will stay a fantasy forever

And I rationalized at home in bed, she trembles when we talk about it, so somewhere deep inside, Wendy wants to let this happen. Eyes fixated upon the heavens, I made the decision. Lets go ahead Marilyn, I murmured. Get my wife off to one side and casually introduce her to Marc lets see how it goes, see if Wendy even likes him.

Brad, be honest with yourself women find Marc irresistible, so your wife is definitely going to like him and Brad, its very unlikely shell be able to resist the temptation to

Yeah, I know I know, mumbled.

The deed done, it was a moment in time I'll always remember and I just stood there, out under the star filled sky and let the guilt wash through my nervous stomach. But deep in my heart, I knew it was a very special gift from a caring husband to a wife he deeply loves. Its a gift thats been given to so many sweet wives, by so many loving husbands. His innocent wifes first act of uninhibited sex with another man, the husband's acceptance of his wife's cries and moans, the acceptance of another mans sperm left within slippery warmth of his wife's loins yes, its a gift that has no parallel

So this was to be my gift to Wendy, a night for my shy wife to slip nakedly into bed with another man and explore the fantasies that lurked in both our minds.

And only minutes later, I watched anxiously as Marilyn, my hostess and now my co-conspirator drew them together. And so it happened and like so many of the impulsive things that change our lives, it was so simple so quickly done and only hours later, so utterly undoable

With that intriguing twinkle in her eyes, my lovely hostess made the introduction. Wendy this is Marc, an exec over at Pebble. Hes a bit of a scoundrel, but still well, a good and trusted friend. Marc this is Wendy, a lovely out-of-town visitor so you must be especially nice to her.

In a millisecond his eyes took inventory of my lovely blushing wife, she stood tall in her heels, a long legged little blonde angel. His eyes darted from her long shimmering hair, down to trim shapely ankles and quickly back to settle into the depth of eyes as clear blue as melting arctic ice.

Standing next to the open doorway, I pretended not to notice, but I watched him reach out to my Wendy; she dutifully placed her soft hand in his for the obligatory social squeeze. Their eyes seemed to lock. As he clasped her hand, my pretty wife gave him one of those girlish shy glances and lowered her lovely blue eyes. But the immediate attraction was evident and clearly mutual. I heard him murmur, almost under his breath

Oh my, what a lovely visitor we have.

Now Marc, the hostess teased. You mind your manners now Wendy is a married lady!

It was just another quick downward flash of his eyes, now at her left hand taking note of the little band of gold. But wedding ring aside, moments later, he led my wife to a sofa at the quieter side of the room. Unabashedly his eyes roamed over Wendys long-legged natural beauty, her full sensuous lips with just the hint of a dimple on her pretty chin and my wife's shy smile revealed those perfect pearly white teeth. I saw him whisper something and lightly stroke the straw-blonde hair that hung down her back like a shimmering wave of spun gold.

In the following hour they talked in low tones, sitting close, they shared a drink or two. Eventually sipping from the same wine glass as he leaned close whispering things in her ear things that caused Wendy to flutter her lashes and blush. Ever prim and proper, my wife sat with her knees clasped and her short skirt carefully smoothed, but from time-to-time her lake-blue eyes gazed up into his with a dreamy look and for multi-second intervals their eyes would lock in some shared fascination.

It began to gnaw at me the sight of Wendys little pink tongue, licking a speck of wine from her lower lip, while looking up into his dark eyes. Having seen it many times, I knew the meaning of that dreamy gaze in her moist eyes, that subconscious licking of her lower lip, those quivery exhalations of breath that seem to whisper, take me take me to bed.

Feeling a little nervous guilt, I remained outside the open doorway, talking with other people while pretending not to notice their ever increasing interest in each other. Sneaking quick glances, I caught the very moment his hand breached that socially acceptable space between their bodies. He shifted slightly and palm up, his hand settled very casually onto her lap. Midway above her knee, close to her crotch and separated only by the thin material of her skirt the back of his hand lay resting on my wife's warm thigh

Hypnotically, he stared deep into the misty depth of Wendys blue eyes, impelling her to reach for his straying hand. Her long dark eyelashes fluttered nervously as he willed my timid wife to entwine her married fingers with his. I felt the tension building her warmly parted lips were close to his and if she reaches for his hand, he may lean closer and try to kiss her lips.

It was a telling moment acceptance or rejection?

I held my breath. Several seconds passed. In utter suspense, I watched the slow seduction of my wife moving ahead, one gentle step at a time. Feeling the weight of his hand on her thigh, Wendy was hesitant, but soon her warm fingertips inched their way onto his palm and she met his eyes with a long languid gaze. Leaning close, he whispered something in her ear and her hesitant fingers eased deeper onto his palm. Bit by bit he was gaining her confidence and when his fingers squeezed my wife's hand in a warm tender grip, I felt something grip my thumping heart.

Heads now close, they were murmuring softly as he dallied with Wendys long slender fingers. Marc was pressing her fingers in a gentle coital rhythm, those rhythmic touches that send subliminal messages to a womans mind. And as if in anticipation of what was to come, his fingers idly toyed with her diamond ring and its matching wedding band.

And what was to come? Perhaps nothing but the teasing touches of another mans fingers, his whispery intimations. Perhaps only a hotly flushed face and a well moistened panty crotch, but I could feel my nerves growing ever tighter as the other possibility loomed.

Yes the other nerve tingling possibility that of my sweet wife Wendy submitting sexually to another man, being tipped onto her back, her rumpled skirt shucked up to her waist while her arms coil warmly around his neck. It was our long held fantasy, whispered in bed, ohh so many times

Sweetie, will you lift your behind so he can pull down your panties?

Ohhh yes darling I will I will

And you'll let him get between your legs?

Mmm humm and and I'll spread my knees wide apart so he can

So he can slip his big penis in deep inside

Yes ohhh yes I want him to

Our bedtime whispers, she quivers with excitement as we talk, but will she really let it happen? Soon Marc may ask and if her searching eyes find mine and I see a glint of anticipation and hotly flushed cheeks will I force a smile and nod my head just see him take my wife's trembling hand and walk her away?

With my eyes squeezed shut I could already see my wife under him, her long shapely legs sprawled her back arched into a bow the first quick thrust of his cock her pretty head tipping back in a soundless scream. And then, as I stand trembling by the side of the bed he fucks her firmly, decisively, he fucks her

I felt the rushing of my blood, a pulsing in my ears. My god. what a shivery feeling

Unobtrusively I hovered out in the shadows and watched my wife succumbing to his advances. As he leaned close to whisper in her ear, his lips brushed a feathery path across her flushed cheek. I saw his hand slip between the sofa cushion and the nearest cheek of her plump round ass. There was a little telltale squirming of her buttocks against the sofa seat, little shivers and a hot flush of nervous excitement colored her cheeks. Her facial expressions, her body language and the breathy tone of her voice all a familiar prelude to making love and I knew if it happened, it would be a sensual and never forgotten experience in our marriage.

Suddenly he stood, reached down for Wendys hand and quickly lifted my adorable little darling to her feet. It happened in an instant and if hearts could really leap, mine would have been in my throat. They stood for a suspenseful moment, hands clasped, sharing whispers. My pulse quickened at the thought of them leaving the room, but I watched as he led my wife onto the crowded dance floor. He wanted to touch her clearly she wanted to be touched and the dancing allowed him to take my wife into his arms, to hold her close and press against her up-thrusting breasts.

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While unnoticed in shadows, my eyes now fixated on the shifting group of dancers just inside the open French doorway. My wife was somewhere in that swirl of bodies, dancing, held in the strong arms of another man and I listened to the laughter and romantic music drifting out into the star-studded night.

Through the mingling crowd, I was catching glimpses of my lovely wife, but from time-to-time losing sight of Wendys glimmering blonde head. I craned my neck trying to keep track of her amongst the twisting swirling bodies. An unsettling image of the waiting bed lurked in my mind and each time she disappeared, my weak stomach did little flip-flops until I spotted her again. Tall and handsome, he was holding my shy wife against his strong chest. Wendys pretty head now rested on his broad shoulder, his lips just brushing across her glossy hair, his every breath taking in her warm womanly scent.

With her full shapely breasts nestled firmly against his chest, her slender fingers toyed with the dark hair at the back of his strong neck. And as if my lovely wife were his to hold and touch, Marc held Wendy securely against his groin, breathing in her sweet scent feeling the female warmth of her young body in his arms. Seemingly fused at the hips, clinging as though molded into a single body, they moved to the music. His hand caressed her back, from time-to-time lingering on the upper curve of her delightful rump.

I watched Wendys stomach snuggled against his undulating against his mere fabric separating his thickening penis from the fluid warmth of my wife's loins. It surged through me; the sordid thought of his swelling penis pressing upward, now just against my wife's covered stomach but later, perhaps deep into the slippery warmth of her bare belly. Ohhh this could really happen Ohhh God it might really happen

And may the Gods forgive me; squirming with guilt, I just sat by and watched the slow seduction of my bashful young wife. But never in my life, had I ever experienced such raw excitement. It tugged at me, the shivery excitement and anticipation. But they blended with fluttering waves of fear theyll make love and hell leave his sperm in the belly of my young wife and the emotional mix swirled around in my head, finally settling into the pit of my queasy stomach. Throw in an ounce or two of newly discovered jealousy and suddenly I was twisting nervously in my seat my eyes boring through the crowd, waiting watching her

With the French doors open to the drifting eddies of warm salt air, someone at the far side of the room slowly dimmed the lighting and as the dance floor eased into still deeper shadow, lovely flush-faced wives were being passed from hubbys arms into the waiting arms of other men. With over the shoulder glances, with fleeting meetings of the eyes, pretty wives were being quickly swept away by other men. And far below the high cliff, as ocean currents rolled over the rocky shoreline in a rhythmic wash of foamy waves, the crowd became an anonymous gathering of warm shifting bodies the muggy night air, now heavy with the undulating togetherness of soft breasts and warm loins.

And my eyes strained to see as his hand slipped lower, his cupped fingers now loitering near the deep crack between the cheeks of my wife's curvy backside. At the touch of Marcs impudent fingers, a dazzling blonde head slowly lifted from his shoulder, with parted lips Wendys pretty face turned up and my hands clenched into tight fists. Misty blue eyes gazed up into his she drew a deep breath and suddenly my wife's warm lips were only inches from his

Oh my God, I groaned aloud Why did I start this?

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So why had I started such a thing On what crazy impulse did I create this bizarre situation, all the while knowing this night would likely end with my little sweethearts seduction turned nakedly onto her back, with another man between her spread knees? And knowing the coming of dawn might cast its first light upon a stained and wrinkled bed sheet her married innocence reduced to a few curly blonde pubic hairs lost amidst the sordid smears of female fluids and drying sperm.

I don't know why Perhaps long ago some devilish force planted the preposterous idea in my head and awaiting this crazy night, it just festered there.

We married young; no other guy had ever gone all the way with her. I suppose that may have caused the initial curiosity wondering how my innocent wife would react to another guy between her legs how I might feel as the act took place. Perhaps letting it happen on our marriage bed watching the first deep hunch of his back and seeing the expression on her hot face seeing her blue eyes go wide and then slowly close.

When we first married, my shy bride would spread her knees with a flaming blush on her pretty face, but she learned to love it, she began to crave the feeling of a stiffened penis thrusting into the warm slipperiness of her loins. When we made love, I'd see Wendys eyelids flutter, I'd feel the little trembles of her multiple orgasms and I'd wonder what thoughts might be lurking behind those tightly squeezed eyes I'd hear the gasps and whimpers and wonder what images, what fantasies does she see on the insides of those closed eyelids?

Shed lay, arms sprawled, her sweaty belly quivering until the numbing shudders of her orgasm gradually faded. After a while, her eyes would open, fluttering lashes and just moist little slits at first, then wide open big blue eyes, staring up at me in wonder at the belly-quivering thrills her young body had grown to crave.

Oh darling, shed murmur Can we do it again a little more ohhh, just a little more? And I'd look down into my wife's misty blue eyes and wonder what urges might lie hidden down in that misty void, way down in the secret depths of that curious mind.

And like all young couples, we talked in bed so I probed a bit, just curiosity at first, then gradually, came the intrigue of delving into her nave little mind. Months passed, sharing whispered secrets in the sanctity of our bed, our bond grew ever deeper. One night, with the bed lamp dimmed and semi-darkness hiding her flushed face, my bashful wife confessed to a lot of teen-girl masturbation.

But dont you still? I asked. Her pretty face flushed; she covered her eyes with the back of her hand. Her lips parted, little pink tongue flashed across her lower lip, but she didnt speak.

Sweetheart you can tell me.

Well, just sometimes, she murmured Well, like when you're at work and I feel ah, a little tense

With your finger?

Mmmm.

So I logged onto Jts Stockroom web site and bought the shy little darling a couple of toys, a vibrator and a latex rubber penis. It took a while, but in bed together, she began to use them while I watched and gradually we began to play those little pretend games. With extra lubricant, the rubber penis made wet squishy sounds and it was so easy to pretend to imagine. Heads close on a pillow, we whispered about other couples and particularly, the tingling fantasy of another man. Then one night, while Wendy lay back with her big blue eyes squeezed shut and her bent knees spread, I parted the curly wisps of hair with my fingers and slipped the life-size rubber penis into the pink warmth of her slickened vagina.

Sweetheart, do you feel him do you feel his penis in you? When I stroked it, she sucked in a quick breath and her belly muscles clenched. And as she listened to the squishy wet sound, I whispered very softly

Wen do you ever wonder ever think about how it would really feel with another guy, have another mans warm stiff penis in you?

In a weak struggling voice she murmured. Mmmm at times I wonder I I mean what it would be like to Her voice trailed off.

But I probed a little deeper. When you play with the toys alone, and pretend?

Mmmm, she blushed.

You pretend its a real penis another guys penis?

Mmmm, sometimes she blushed deeper and turned her eyes away.

So it went on from there, playing with the fantasy, the fertile seed of intrigue sprouting and growing in that devious place in my mind. And if that party invitation had never arrived, well, I suppose none of what follows would have ever happened.

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To be continued in (Chapter 3) 

The Wife Watchers Party

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Chapter 3  (The legend of Monterey)


Minutes later, in the periphery of my vision, I saw our hostess approaching from across the patio. Marilyn slipped onto the cushioned bench by my side, she leaned close and I felt the warmth of her arm against mine. Glancing through the open French doors at the dance floor, she whispered, Your wife and Marc, they make a handsome couple.

Mmmm, I barely managed to murmur as I stared at the sight of my wifes blonde head snuggled against the side of his neck.

Marilyn slipped her hand onto mine, Marcs a genuinely good guy, she whispered. a fine choice for Wendy.

Comforted by her assurance, I sat mute and we watched my inexperienced young wife in his arms his intrigue and her level of fascination growing bit-by-bit. Slowly twirling to the soft music, we began to see his knee slipping between Wendys long legs, his upper thigh intermittently pressing against the rise of her pubic bone, while his probably stiffening penis lifted against her belly.

Your Wendy has lovely legs, Marilyn mused,  such trim shapely ankles.

Long-legged and tall in her heels, her pubic mound and the softly-haired crease of Wendys vagina seemed perfectly aligned with his pressing groin. A touch of embarrassment flushed her face; my wife discreetly glanced around and eased her hips away, but only a little. And soon, yielding to the gentle but insistent pressure of his hand on her lower back, she allowed her smoothly rounded belly to re-settle against his groin. Head on his shoulder, with lowered lashes hiding the shimmering blue of her eyes, her hand continued caressing his neck, fingertips ruffling and then smoothing the dark hair on the back of his handsome head.

Your wife seems quite fascinated with him, my hostess whispered. Have you seen them kiss?

Not not yet.

Your pretty Wendy fits very nicely in his arms her hips move so smoothly against his. Are you noticing how she stares up into his eyes if he can get your wife alone its very likely theyll make love.

My hostesss prophetic murmur soaked into my muddled brain. I thought of them finally disappearing into a room a private room with a wide bed. I saw her sitting primly on the side of the bed... watched him kissing her warmly parted lips as he eased my wife gently down onto her back his hand drifting slowly under the hem of her loose skirt. The hostesss whispered words, my thoughts, sent a wash of tingling, overwhelming excitement rushing up my spine.

I felt a little light-headed, my mind and thoughts drifting. The night sounds, the chirping of insects faded from my consciousness. From the high rocky cliff, I sat staring dumbly out across Monterey Bay. Heavenly stars continued sending their shimmering sparkles across the swimming pool, but I heard nothing, saw nothing but the sordid images of her prophesy hovering before my eyes. They pranced about in my mind pictures of Marc pulling down my wifes panties, dropping his pants and slipping between her spread legs. It now seemed so real so very possible. The images of his erect penis both teased and tormented my mind I saw it

up-thrusting, long and thick.

her soft warm fingers closing around it.

the swollen head pulsing with increasing need.

her dainty fingers leading it to her slippery warmth.

Oh God, I groaned aloud. Beside me my hostess shifted on the seat, her hand squeezing my arm, Brad Brad, are you all right?

Uh-huh, I just kinda drifted away for a moment.

Floating back to reality, my eyes refocused on the dance floor on the sight of my lovely young wife in the arms of another man, his loins against hers her moist warm lips a bare inch from his. A first kiss seemed but moments away. Now my eyes never wavered, waiting to see his lips pressing against hers see my wife's first step along the shivery pathway to our fantasy. Panic and remorse might come later, but now I felt only the pointy knife blade of excitement flicking stinging little nicks up and down my back.

And Marc was smooth, we watched him holding my Wendy close, petting, but not publicly groping her, yet preparing her for the bed he knew waited. Through the swirling crowd of bodies we watched my adorable wife in his arms. I couldnt take my eyes off her. And he was clever; the swaying beat of the slow music seemed a socially acceptable reason for his thigh to be rhythmically rubbing against her pubic mound. With their shifting feet moving to the music, from time-to-time his upper leg slipped between Wendys slightly parted thighs. She was lifting up onto her toes and for just a fraction of a heart-beat they seemed to cling his muscular thigh against my wife's warm genitalia, her thighs gripping his leg before easing her groin away. Clearly a rhythmic prelude of what was to come and I could feel the tension clear to the tips of my toes.

Is this exciting for you Brad, watching your wife in his arms and knowing whats likely to happen?

Oh God yes, I groaned. I was a quivering bundle of nerves, my throat gone dry.

A spinning halo of excitement hovered in the air swirling and twisting in a coital rhythm around their swaying bodies. With her warm cheek resting comfortably against his, my wifes blue eyes seemed glazed, staring off into some imagined place. As I watched her in his arms, saw her loins pressing against his, I knew my wifes vagina was wetting for him that a warm slipperiness was slowly gathering along that snug hair-lined seam between her legs. I thought of his hips between Wendy's silky thighs, his long cock slipping smoothly into the gluey warmth of my wifes vagina. My knees were shaking the realization squirmed into every cell in my brain

This guy is is really gonna fuck my wife.

Oh my God, it was a raw sensation of feelings. Can you just image the very moment when that long held fantasy ends and suddenly the realization takes a tight grip on your guts?

And somewhere back in numbness of my brain, I heard Marilyn whisper, Oh my Brad, your wife is so young and so blonde and pretty, theyll be marvelous in bed together. And she has such long shapely legs. Marc will love having her

But your hand Brad your hand its trembling. Marilyn reached across and her soft warm fingers settled over the back of my wrist. She squeezed a gesture of understanding, and I heard her softly whispered question.

Brad, will you be comfortable with this after after its happened?

Mmm Ill Ill be all right, I mumbled.

Well, you know Brad, if you allow this to happenif you let Marc make love with your wife, it will always be there that burning image hovering in your mind. She paused watching the emotions playing across my flushed face. Marc would be very disappointed, but you can still step out there and take Wendy from his arms take her back to your hotel bed and make love to each other.

Not yet I Ill be okay

Kindly spoken, her words were an offer of reprieve, a pardon for the condemned man in the final minutes before his execution. And yes, I did play with the idea of stopping it, I thought of tapping Marc on the shoulder of taking my wifes hand and swirling her away into the crowd of dancers. I could leave him standing there, my sweet Wendys lingering scent but a memory of what might have been. But locked in some emotional paralysis I sat frozen to my seat as the moment grew ever closer.

Fear and jealously aside, somewhere deep in the turmoil of my mind, I knew I was really going to permit this to happen that Id given Wendy the gift of this man, hers to enjoy on this magical night and such a gift is not easily reclaimed. It was done, and I would stand aside and allow my shy wife to experience the exciting thrill of another man getting her down on a bed and nudging her knees apart.

And I knew she'd initially struggle and resist. Thered be shrill cries of fear and excitement as he moved his hips between her thighs. But once it began, and she felt the thumping thrusts of his stiffened prick, I knew shed lie under him with her legs sprawled. The pictures flitted through my mind, her pearly toes up-pointed, the image of her lying there squealing and wiggling her buttocks. Still, the images were like sharp sticks piercing my heart and I remember feeling the swirling blend of emotions, the excitement, the shame and the utter humiliation of giving my timid wife to Marc. But somehow well, I just couldn't stop it.

The bedrooms were on the upper level of the house and I began to wondered how I should act if they left the dance floor and moved in that direction. Should I turn my face away, pretend not to notice my timid wife walking away with short hesitant steps? Just avoid any backward glances and spare myself the belly twisting sight of him leading my shy Wendy up the long spiral staircase to some waiting bed?

Cool against the back of my hot sweaty neck, a little breeze finally drifted in from across the bay. And for the next minute or two, I sat quietly with my pretty hostess, listening to the dance music, feeling the comfort and assurance of Marilyns hand on my wrist. A waiter passed with a tray of drinks. I grabbed one and gulped it down and it quickly added to the burning feeling in my stomach. I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing an introspection of my swirling thoughts. And I began to wonder if just watching my wife disappearing up that staircase with another man was going to be a big part of the deep crazy thrill

And there were subtle notions I couldn't quite put my finger on. Thoughts and feelings of seeing him clasping Wendys hand and watching her being taken from me seeing the back of her blonde head and the curvy shape of her swaying back-side as she vanishes from my view. Somehow I sensed the loss of visual contact was going to heighten my imagination and intensify the wild belly-griping excitement. I sat there playing with the mental pictures of the bed, of him tipping my blushing wife onto her back. And I realized, being left behind, left all alone with my racing thoughts, not knowing and not seeing well, it was going to send a crazy mix of thrills and anguish into the pit of stomach.

And I sensed the time approaching My palms became sweaty as I thought of my wife undressing for him slipping out of her skimpy panties turning open-kneed onto her back, her warmly wetted vagina exposed and available to another man the head of his stiffened cock sliding smoothly through the tangle of brownish curls and into the pink juicy warmth. My mind saw him pressing tightly against her up-turned pubis saw a mingling of pubic hairs and the warm slippery linking of genitalia. Bed jiggling sounds and my Wendys first shrill cry reverberated through my mind and my voice became husky with the emotional strain.

Marilyn, do you think shell really really let him make love with her? I managed to whisper.

Uh-huh, I think she will. Her eyes flicked upward as she murmured close to my ear. Brad, gaze up at that star-filled-sky. Do you smell the warm salt air? Lovers call it the Magic of Monterey and your wife seems to be falling under the sweet urgency of its spell.

Just an illusionary local legend, I muttered.

Mmmm perhaps, but it is said on some starry nights, the Goddess of Love looks down upon Monterey, upon this mansion and upon this particular rocky pinnacle. Her gentle hand calms the crashing seas that pound our rocky shore; she reduces them to undulating waves that mimic the hips of lovers.

More silly legend, I mumbled.

Marilyns serious tone became whispery soft. Well Brad, on these special nights, its believed that young girls surrender their virginity, that married women take lovers and honeymooning couples conceive first babies.

At the mention of babies, I drew a deep sighing breath. Given his choice, Marc would certainly make love to my young fertile wife with no protection. I thought of him vigorously taking my sweet shy Wendy with a long stiff bare cock her knees pressed back the swollen head of his cock thrusting deep into the pink mucus warmth of her vagina I thought of how it would take place, the squishy skin-to-skin fucking her slippery fluids oozing out and wetting the little curls of blondish pubic hair. And I heard her whimpers and the groans as he tightened against her groin and released pulsing spurts of sperm deep into her little round belly. My sighing breath came back out as soft groan.

Oh Brad dont fret, hell be very good with Wendy, my hostess whispered. Marc has the looks of a movie star and lovemaking capacity of a stallion. And your wife well, if Wendy lets him, shell love every tingling moment.

Something fluttered in my stomach, but where how will this happen?

Brad, remember how your party invitation how it magically just disappeared from your e-mail data, so if I tell you about something something esoteric and very secret, will it stay just between us?

Uh-huh of course.

Well, only a few very influential people know of this, but on the top floor, way at the back of the mansion something rather unusual has been built a suite of hidden rooms with very particular features. And sometime during the next hour, or even in the next few minutes, Marc will take your wife to this special place.

Oh Marilyn that sounds strange and a little too scary, I don't want my wife forced or hurt.

Of course not Brad, not a hair on that pretty blonde head will be harmed, but almost for a certainty; your shy wife will fall under the magic spell. And after a little emotional struggle, your lovely Wendy will take her clothes off for Marc and your blushing little naked wife will roll onto her back and make passionate love with him.

You're sure? In this special room, she won't be hurt or harmed not one hair?

Not one hair, you ask? Well Brad, likely their love-making will be lengthy and vigorous, so of course that lovely long blonde hair will get a little tangled and disheveled and

 and what else Marilyn??? I want my wife to enjoy the experience, but not be emotionally harmed so what are you saying, what are you telling me?

Only that shell end up flush faced and rumpled and probably therell be a few red marks on the sides of her neck and well, maybe near the nipples of her breasts.

Thats it? mumbled  Maybe a few little love-bites on her neck and nipples, but no intimidation, and not one hair harmed?

Be assured Brad, no harm will come to your sweet Wendy enticement oh yes, but no intimidation, she smiled. If your lovely wife makes love with Marc, it will be because she realizes that she wants to. So Marc won't harm even one silky blonde hair, not even the little short curly ones in her groin. But after its over well, your bashful Wendy will come back to you rumpled and with a very soiled panty crotch and her loosened vagina well, lets just say it might be little tender for a day or two, but harmed no not really.

Thanks Marilyn, I feel better knowing I love my little Wendy so much, if her pubic hairs get a little wet and ruffled and her vaginas a little sore after, well fine, but I'd feel terrible if she doesnt have a good experience.

Brad, I really believe she'll love it, and I cant assure you of every little detail, but realize, your Wendy is a petite girl and Marcs penis is supposedly rather lengthy, the head becomes very thickly swollen and hell be thrusting the long length of his penis deeply into her vagina, so if your wife is a girl who has strong multiple orgasms well, for a couple of days she'll be a little dreamy-eyed and have a warm achy feeling in her belly muscles.

My wife does have strong orgasms, at least a couple each time, I mumbled Her stomach clenches, she squeals and gets those sort of involuntary deep contractions and muscle spasms. But Wen is so shy, I wonder if she'll clench and have spasms like that with Marc?

Mmmm, its very likely. And Marc will feel the approach of her orgasms and at the right moment, he'll press the head of his penis deeply onto her vagina and hold tight against her groin while those hard spastic contractions are rippling through her stomach. So with her vagina gripped tightly around the long length of his penis well, her strong orgasms are apt to strain her belly muscles a little.

Ohh god, I hope his long penis doesnt hurt Wendy.

Brad, the head of his penis will stretch your wife's snug little vagina quite a bit, but what she'll feel is the sweetest little pain in this world. So Wendys dreamy eyes, her tender vagina and the little achy feeling in her belly will just be a pleasant reminder of Marcs long strong penis. And for sure Brad, your wife will love the feeling, the residuary tenderness in her lower stomach.

You think so? And she may feel it in her stomach for a few days?

Ohhh yes and the memory of his big penis the sweet little pain will be very fresh in her mind. From time-to-time she may be working around the house and you may notice her getting quiet, moving about more slowly. She might lower her lashes, that dreamy gaze will cloud her eyes. She may whisper that she has to pee and slip away, and well, not come back very quickly. But Wendy will love doing it with Marc really she will.

Marilyn paused, looking into my eyes, testing me while letting all the sordid images sink in. I thought of my shy Wendy slipping into our bathroom to masturbate, or alone on our bed with her panties off, masturbating with her toys thinking of Marc closing her eyes, sliding the rubber penis into her vagina, listening to the squishy noises and thinking about his cock. It was an odd feeling, one I hadn't expected. And I wondered what it might feel like to come home from work and see her a little flushed maybe see the bedspread wrinkled and wonder if if maybe shes been on our bed touching herself.

Brad, tell me honestly how do you feel about sitting down here and waiting until he finishes with your wife? Wendy is very lovely, so Marc won't hurry to bring her back so whats going to happen, well it might happen more than once and so it may take a while

Her question, the vividness of the following comment just tightened the noose around my gut the thought of Marc screwing my wife once catching a breath and maybe getting between her bent knees a second time. And with Wendy out of my sight and having to wait and wonder how long it was going to take him to finish with her. Ohhh my God, every passing minute would be an agony, sitting alone, knowing, but not really knowing just seeing it in my mind just imagining his longer cock, the head thickly swollen and my sweet wife's cries and whimpers.

And I'd be counting down every agonizing minute. I thought of him cumming in my wife, holding tight against her groin, pubic bones rubbing and their moistened hairs meshing together in that final sticky tangle. Coated with a slippery film of my wife's fluids, I knew his long up-curving cock would be stiffened out and fully sheathed into the slick creamy warmth of Wendys vagina her pink inner flesh warmly glued around the pulsing head of his cock. And oh God there would be the spurting of his sperm several pulsing spurts splashing into the depth of her married belly melding with fertile female fluids

Oh my God, I groaned. I thought of Wendy lying on her back, weak and exhausted, Marc, lifting from between my wife's legs drawing a slightly softened, long glistening cock out of her stretched vagina his sperm trickling down between her buttocks. Marilyn, I gasped. The waiting, the wondering itll be slow torture

While I squirmed, Marilyn spoke to me, her voice softening into a serious quiet tone.

Well Brad, then let me ask you something the Roadrunner has approved this, so if I was to arrange it, would you like to secretly watch them be hidden close by and see another man press your lovely wife down onto a bed and make naked love with her?

Oh my God yes! I gasped in astonishment.

Well, theres a small dark hiding place right next to the bed. Its been very cleverly built right into the wall. I could hide you in there, then through a secret opening, you could watch your wife making love with Marc and you'd know she was safe.

I need that Marilyn frankly honestly, I'd love to see Wendy well frankly, I'd love to watch my timid wife being fucked by another man, but I need to know shes safe and emotionally unharmed.

Well if you stay near while its happening, then you'll know shes safe. You could hide close by and as they start to make love you'd see the head of his very thick penis stretch the pink skin of Wendys vagina and hear the first shrieking cry, but youd see the excitement in her eyes and her arms around his neck and you'd know the cries and moans will be sounds of excitement not hurtful sounds of fear.

Oh yes Marilyn I'd love to see his his cock sliding into my wife ohhh God yes. But could I hide that close, I mean close enough to actually see it go into her?

Mmmm humm makes your belly squirm, doesnt it?

My hostess glanced out at the dance floor. At that moment my wife raised her face toward Marc; his lips brushed the side of her cheek. Oh look, Marilyn suddenly whispered. I think hes going to kiss your wife.

Marc held her close, whispered something close to her ear and she raised her warm lips to his. Their lips touched and sealed. It was a brief kiss, but opened mouthed and sensual. My tender wife was warmly kissing another man while his excited cock pressed against her belly! Oh God, my heart was thumping.

That little pointy tongue and the soft warm lips Id kissed a thousand times now touched those of another man. Through my daze, I heard the slow whisper at my ear. Your wife is very excited now did you see how she clung to him as they kissed. Oh Brad, I think its going to happen soon. Marc is gentle, but when he gets Wendy alone, hell break-down any last resistance.

You you think she'll resist?

Oh yes, if this is her first time she'll resist a little, but hell manage to get her clothes off or a least get her skirt up.

My wife has has panties under her skirt, I stupidly mumbled.

Really Brad do you think her panties will stop him for even a minute?

I drew a deep breath and held it as the image rushed to my mind, of his hands under my wife's skirt getting an erection as Wendy struggled. An image of him easing onto her, pressing a knee between her thighs to nudge her knees apart and quickly slipping between her thrashing legs I thought of him reaching between their bodies, quietly un-zipping his pants and sneaking his stiff cock out through his fly... getting it up under her skirt, his hand slipping up between her thighs, his sly fingertip hooking under the leg of my wife's white panty crotch, pulling aside stretching the elastic just enough to quickly sneak the head of his cock under the moist warmth of her panty leg

I imagined her breathy gasps and the feeble struggles to wiggle away from the warm head of his cock, trying to get it out from under the leg of her panties and get her legs closed. The wiggling of her hips, the twisting and struggling only rubbed the thick head of his cock more firmly against the crease of her snug little cunt. And I imagined how it would ease through the tickle of curly hairs, press snuggly against the little slippery seam in her loins the snug warm flesh loosening closing warmly, wetly around the head of his cock. Then a quick back-hunching thrust and hes sliding smoothly through the thin blonde pubic hairs and into my wife's pink mucus flesh. And I heard her screechy gasp and his groan as the cloying warmth of her inner body slithered in slippery gooey ripples over the long length of his cock.

Pulsing, thick and warm, the head is deep into the pink warmth of my wife's vagina a gluey connection of genitalia then a first lift and thrust. And from the swirling distance of a far away galaxy I heard my darlings first shrieking burst of breath. And the feeble struggle is over, her squirming hips work with him now, lifting to take the thrusts of his cock. The sound of her whimpers swirled through my head and the party hostess heard me draw a quick breath. My jaw muscles tightened and the breath seemed to whistle through my clenched teeth.

Oh Brad, dont fret and worry, shell enjoy and cherish the experience But are you sure you can handle seeing this? Remember fantasy is one thing, but the reality of seeing your naked wife on her back, a man with an erect penis moving between her legs well, it creates quite a different dynamic.

A prickly feeling raced up the back of my neck. My hands were shaking, I was stammering nervously as I thought of them now lying groin-to-groin, her knees up, his pubic bone rubbing against the little blondish tuffs of hair in my wife's crotch. Ohhh my God, yes Marilyn, Id like to be close by and see and hear my wife if this really happens.

All right Brad, I'll take you up to another part of the house and hide you in a place where you can watch while your wife is having sex with another man, but it must be our secret youll be able to watch Wendy and listen to her sounds, but you must never reveal the secrets of this hidden room.

This room this place where he'll take my wife theres a bed there?

Ohh yes theres a wall mirror and a wide very special bed with soft pillows and white satin sheets and theres a secure spot very close to the side of bed where you can watch while Marc makes love with your wife, but after its over, you must promise to tell no one. Will you swear never to tell?

Yes yes of course. I won't tell anyone.

Quickly then, come with me. Ill show you where to hide and wait for him to bring Wendy. The band will play another set or two and take a break and Marc will show your wife around the house. Very likely he'll manage to entice Wendy up to this secluded area.

An then? I mumbled.

Well, he'll steal a kiss or two and then well we'll see

I felt my heart beating, the burning warmth creeping up to the backs of my ears...

Ohhhh my God this is really going to happen.

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To be continued in (Chapter 4) 

The Wife Watchers Party

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Chapter 4  (The hidden room)


Quickly then, come with me. Ill show you where to hide

Feeling the first gut-wrenching flow of adrenaline, my knees went rubbery and I stumbled to my feet. Glancing back toward the dance floor, Marc and my wife were still swaying to the soft music, exchanging whispers and little touches. Hurry then, Marilyn whispered. If you want to watch him make love to your wife there may be little time to get you settled into the hiding place.

The party hostess hustled me up a flight of back stairs and down a long thickly carpeted hallway. We passed several richly paneled mahogany doors, some closed, a few open to expensively furnished bedrooms. I paused at a partially opened door and glanced into one of the softly lit bedrooms. A beautiful young girl and two men were standing at the side of the bed, the girl, a lovely long-legged brunette, had slipped out of her high heels and one of the men was un-zipping the back of her dress. The dress slid off her shoulders and pooled around her bare toes pink satin panties, but no bra lovely up-slanting breasts pink nipples

Awesome intrigued, I stood staring into the room, watching the pretty wife pulling down her sheer pink panties. Marilyn stepped back and peeked in just as the girl handed her panties to one of the men. Thats her husband the one holding her panties in his hand. Marilyn tugged at my hand, but come on Brad I'm taking you to a private part of the mansion, way around the back.

Tugging my hand and stepping softly, she guided me further along the hallway. We turned a corner, passed through an archway and the lighting grew dimmer, the sound of the band gradually faded away. Even our footsteps were muted by the thick carpeting. And the wall covering changed from wallpaper to rich wood paneling and now we passed an open balcony that looked out over the sea and right down to the rocky shoreline below. The rhythmic sound of lapping waves rose from below and I felt this unsettling aura of deepening mystery as I felt the grip of Marilyns warm hand drawing me deeper and deeper along a quiet passageway.

Finally her footsteps slowed and we stopped at the dead-end of the passageway, at the very last door. It was made of a single panel, yet nearly as wide as double doors and adorned by an ornately carved figure. I reached my hand into the shadows and brushed my fingers across the raised dark wood of a richly polished carving Marilyn, this wood carving is that?

Yes, she reverently whispered its Cerberus, the mythical three headed dog his six blood-red eyes guard the fiery gates of Hell, but also this heavy door only the chosen may pass.

Weird strange I felt a chill, the short hairs standing up on the back of my neck. I studied the raised carving highly detailed and it seemed very old with a patina of little hairline and spidery cracks throughout the polished wood. Really Marilyn this is getting pretty damn freaky and a little too strange for me, I mumbled.

I thought of hustling back, finding Wendy and keeping her close by my side. But as we paused outside the closed door, I felt the comforting squeeze of Marilyns fingers. Watching my eyes, she whispered to me in a hushed voice...

Hang on Brad, I know this all seems utterly preposterous like a weird fantasy pulled from the depth of some writers strange crazy mind, but that ornately carved door is very real. You can feel its smooth surface under the tips of your fingers. And soon you'll learn the secret of whats behind that heavy panel, you'll see into the secret room where Marc will bring your wife where he'll undress your wife where theyll make hot passionate love

Marilyns hushed words sent more shimmers of excitement up my spine. Standing in the dim passageway, it did seem unreal, so utterly contrived and impossible. But the intricate carving, the richly paneled door was real to my touch, as was the warm presence of my pretty hostess.

Curiosity and a strange urge came over me to quickly step into the room, just stand by the empty bed and gaze down at the clean satin sheet just let an exquisite picture take shape in my mind and feel the beating of my heart. And for just for a moment, reach down and lightly rest my fingers in the center of the bed touch right where my shy Wendys naked ass will warm the sheet, right where their glistening mix of fluids will leave a wet spot just close my eyes, brush my fingertips across the still pristine bed sheet and feel the gut-twisting rush of adrenaline.

Drawing a deep breath, my wide eyes stayed fixated upon the door and I tried the tarnished brass doorknob. It seemed to be locked But he'll have my wife here, he'll undress her behind this locked door and I felt things spinning out of control, felt the pent-up anguish and excitement washing down through my stomach and into my loins. How in hell did I get into this strange situation? ...... And what happens now, I wondered

Marilyn how do I get in where do I hide? My voice was strained; perhaps even fearful it was all so strange, so freaky and mysterious. Whats whats in that room? Marilyn, tell me whats really behind that door?

Easy Brad, you're getting all shaky again don't be so nervous

Trying to calm my nerves, Marilyn squeezed both my hands in hers held them between her breasts. Our faces were only inches apart and she looked straight into my eyes. Brad, I'm going to disclose a secret now, the secret you've promised never to reveal. She murmured softly, a ceremonial tone came over her hushed voice.

Brad right behind that heavy door is the Wife Watchers Room.

The what? The Wife Watchers Room???

Yes Brad, actually its a luxurious suite of rooms, but one hidden room is very cleverly designed so husbands can secretly watch their shy wives with other men. On one side of the watching room theres a small dark hiding place where an anxious husband can be concealed but he can peek through the narrow cracks in a curtain and look right down onto a big wide bed and watch his naked wife making love, he can peer down into her eyes he can see every little wiggle of her hips.

Watching her with another man, spying on Wendy there it was again, the shameful guilty feeling. And yet deep in my groin I felt that heart-pumping throbbing sensation. You know the feeling I mean how it starts in the pit of your stomach and runs in pulsing little waves along the length of your quickly thickening penis. Wendy won't know, I mumbled, she won't know I'm watching?

Of course not, and you'll be able to hear every sound she makes. Brad, have you ever wondered how your wife would sound the sex noises shed make if another man was between her legs, vigorously thrusting a stiffly swollen penis into her belly? Your little Wendy may be timid, but you know, when Marc gets between her legs she'll gasp and whimper. So does that intrigue you, hearing the exciting sound of your wife making love?

Ohhh yes my wife makes lovely noises in bed groans and sweet little breathy sounds.

Then you'll love listening to the panting rhythm of her breath. The head of his penis is big and your little Wendy well, shell do a fair share of grunting and moaning. The curtain muffles the sound a little, but still, the acoustics are especially unique.

Ohhh, one more thing I should mention, the bed frame well, its been very skillfully constructed to transmit the subtle sound of movement rhythmic movement.

You mean it it?

Mmmm hmm, it softly creaks and the rhythmic sound is calculated to arouse and torment listening husbands. So when an excited wife rocks her hips in that taunting, delicious rhythm, the undulating sound of her moving loins drifts so tellingly through the curtain.

So Brad, thats what youll hear. When Marc is between Wendys long legs and theyre making love and shes hunching her lovely buttocks and bouncing her feet, well the bed is cleverly built with special springs to give off those thrilling little squeaky sounds.

Oh my God, you mean Marcs gonna fuck my wife on a squeaky bed so I'll even hear her her hips moving?

Uh-huh would you like to hear that the sound of Wendy making love with another man, the bed creaking in rhythm with her rocking hips? Think of the thrill Brad the belly twisting thrill of listening to the bed creaking while another man fucks your sweet little wife with a long and very stiffened cock. Can you imagine watching the undulation of Wendys hips, how she'll twist and squirm? Brad does your wife up-slant her loins and press her knees back while making love?

Uh-huh ah, most of the time I groaned.

Well Brad, you know she'll be doing that for Marc, she'll bend her knees and pin her heels back against her bare bottom and let his cock slide way in and he'll fuck her he'll fuck your darling wife deep hard thrusts of his cock. And the rhythmic noise of the bed and her breathy gasps may send nervous shivers up your spine, but even if you squeeze your eyes shut, you'll still know its happening. Because even if your eyes are closed all the while Marc is fucking your shy little Wendy, the taunting little squeaks and creaks of the bed will wiggle into your belly and you'll love the strange crawly feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Marilyn seemed to be taunting me, teasing me with all the sensuous details and my guts were already squirming. Thats so bizarre and so oh my God, so utterly erotic, I groaned.

Mmmm hmm, isnt it...

The stress was building, my nerves going tight and the huge door was still closed Little shivers ran up my spine as I waited for Marilyn to open the door. Reaching out, I brushed my fingers across the richly polished carving. It was strange, a surreal sensation to stare at the dark wooden panel and think of my Wendy behind that door undressing for another man, walking shyly toward the bed in her bra and skimpy panties. Sitting on the side of the mattress, looking up at him, face hotly flushed as she reached back for the hooks of her bra.

I remembered walking along the passageway, peeking into the room and seeing that lovely brunette wife, her dress unzipped, sliding down her arms, and suddenly seeing naked breasts and pink nipples. And the compelling urge welled up in me, to hurry into my hiding place and experience the emotional rush of watching my own blushing wife unhooking her bra seeing her shapely breasts go bare and her panties pooling around her trim ankles.

The incongruous imagery wouldnt leave my mind, it invaded my senses. I couldn't shake the image of his thickly swollen cock my sweet naked Wendy on her back, her knees spreading apart And the crawly feelings began wiggling their way deeper and deeper into my stomach and my sweaty fingers reached down to the brass door latch I twisted the knob again, pressed vainly against the heavy door again, a little harder and the six wooden eyes of Cerberus seemed to glare down at me

And Marilyn quickly grabbed my arm her fingers clasped firmly around my wrist

No no Brad he won't allow you to pass. Tonight your sweet Wendy may earn right of passage for you, but now theres another door for you, just a small opening in the wall.

Back this way she whispered.

Marilyn drew me back along the passageway. With the wooden carving of a mythological Grecian monster guarding the locked door, understandably, I had this strange scary feeling of unreality. And I thought, what in the hell has Roadrunner gotten me into! But on wobbly knees I followed back about ten or twenty paces. Here, she murmured. This is where you can hide. And she stopped before a section of blank wall. Perplexed, I stared in confusion at the empty wall paneling. An obscure little smile played at the corners of Marilyn's pretty lips a teasing enigmatic smile I waited, looking back and forth along the wall

Watch, she whispered.

Marilyns warm hand eased out of my tense grip. Her nicely manicured fingers trailed in a feathery touch, searching along the blank wall. My eyes followed her slender middle fingers, grazing lightly, following a pattern in the richly polished wood, her delicate hand paused

From within the ornately paneled wall I heard a soft hollow clunk like something wooden tumbling then, with a little creaking sound a slender crack appeared. Standing in the dimly lit passageway my eyes fastened on the narrow fracture in the wall. Again I felt the little creepy crawly feeling.

Whats whats there? I gasped.

Shush Brad you just watch, she ordered.

My hostess glanced back down the passageway. We were aloneno one in sight. She rested the palm of her hand close to the fracture in the wall and pressed gently...

And without another sound, on oiled hinges, a narrow hidden panel swung slowly inward

My breath caught

It was like a secret passageway in some medieval castle and I could feel the gooseflesh prickle on my arms. Aside from thin joints in the dark polished wood, the secret door had been literally invisible. With an awesome feeling of unreality, I stared into the gloomy interior.

This is it Brad that narrow opening is the wife watchers secret entry-way. You can hide inside there its tight, but duck your head and sneak inside.

Crouching down, I cautiously lowered my head into the dim interior and could see thin vertical slits of light. I drew a deep nervous breath. It was gloomy, but a faint sweet scent like spring citrus bloom rose to meet me. Hurry Brad, slip inside before they come along. We don't want anyone to catch us out here.

Quickly, we squeezed through the narrow opening in the panel and into a concealed area about the size of a very large walk-in closet, but strangely, the far wall was closed-off by a backward facing half-circle of floor-to-ceiling drapery. The only furniture was a big over-stuffed chair placed close to the dense purple drapery. The tiny area was dark, only dimly illuminated by the several soft wedges of light shining between the plush panels of heavy curtain material.

Suddenly, behind me I heard another soft clunk eerie darkness closed around me as my hostess quickly pressed the hidden door panel back into position. A prickling shiver lifted the hair on the back of my neck and in the dusky closeness; I could feel Marilyn standing next to me the female scent of her her warmth and the soft sound of her breathing. It was eerie wildly exciting.

Turning away from the comforting warmth my lovely hostess, I stared toward the slivers of light and from the darkness at my side, came a breathy whisper. There Brad right behind the heavy drapery is that special bedroom the secret Wife-Watchers Room.

Marilyn clasped my hand and spoke of the watching room softy, in a husky almost reverent whisper. Behind that pleated curtain is a deluxe and very secret area of the mansion, with baths and a big marble Jacuzzi pool. In the main bedroom theres a wide custom-built bed with a white satin coverlet. And Brad, the bed is right close to this curtain so you can peek through any one of the cracks and watch while Marc has sex with your wife.

With Marilyns every whispering word, the crazy situation became more and more real and now with the pleated drapery actually right before my eyes, I had to finally believe I was not in the midst of some wild demented dream. Brushing my fingers along the curtain, seeing the shimmer of light through the narrow pleats, my pulse leaped at the reality of peering through and secretly watching while my blushing wife undresses in the presence of another man seeing her unhook her bra and slip out of her panties.

But will my shy wife really turn onto her back, spread her legs and make naked love while unaware of my watching eyes? My heart was thumping, but if our secret plan works out, in the next hour, Marc will be slipping between my wife's long legs and pressing a stiffened cock against the curly tangle of her blondish pubic hairs. My God is it really possible that I'll see it push into Wendy and see them making love while the pinkish oval of her vagina clings in a moist gluey clutch around the white glimmering length of his cock? A little breathless, overcome by the sheer arousal, I denied the shame, the feeling of marital betrayal that washed through me.

And now, closed in the murky darkness of my hiding place, my eyes probed into the shadows above my head, untouched by the shimmers of light coming through the curtain, lay only a deep black void. I was sweaty, finding it hard to breathe. The bed was just on the other side of the curtain, reality closed around me and never had I felt such an exquisite feeling of just plain belly-squirming raw excitement.

In a little while I'll leave you, the hostess whispered, Sit quietly next to the curtain and wait until the next break in the music. It may be very soon, or maybe a little while, but just wait quietly.

Confined in the eerie darkness, we were close, pressed together. I could feel the pressure of Marilyns warm hip, her femaleness, her whispering breath a mix of heat and thrills tingled up my spine. My hands were shaking. I was feeling the pulsing start of another erection and I wanted to touch Marilyn, feel the reality of her warm body against my skin.

She squeezed my hand and gave me a warm understanding hug. Try to stay calm Brad, the waiting will seem endless, but at some timely point Marc will ask your pretty wife to go to a quieter place where they can talk and hell get a couple of drinks and try to entice her up to the Watching Room.

Do you think she will? I paused trying to stop the quiver in my voice. Do you think he'll be able to get Wendy up here?

Mmm hmm, Marcs smooth and persuasive and if she goes along with it and if he can get your Wendy to sit on the bed and share even one kiss, then the rest of what you want to see will probably happen.

Theyve already been kissing on the dance floor, a couple of times, I mumbled nervously.

Well Brad, that tells us something doesnt it?

Mmmm, I managed to mumble... again I thought of Marc kissing my wife in private, getting her onto the bed, unzipping his pants, maybe getting his cock up under her skirt maybe getting to fuck her. My heart was thumping the blood rushing through my veins, our whispers of breath mingled in the eerie darkness.

Ready your emotions Brad. This will not be like the kisses on the dance floor here theyll be alone. So if your wife gets on that bed their kissing will be more intense; and very likely it will lead to Marc feeling her breasts, then touching under her skirt and then to... well, to having sex with her.

You think he'll he'll really fuck my wife? I gasped.

Brad you know he will. Are you changing your mind?

Ohhh God his penis is it really very big?

Mmm hum and like I've said, rather lengthy.

Barely visible in the dusky light, another tiny smile formed at the corners of her pretty mouth. Is that intriguing Brad, that his penis may be much bigger than yours? Marilyns voice softened to barely a whisper, does that add to your excitement that your wife will make love to another man a man wholl thrust a longer, bigger penis into her vagina that she'll cry and moan?

Mmmm, I I think so.

Marilyns warm fingers cupped my face, her eyes tried to focus on mine, and she whispered very gently. Well Brad, later, at home in bed with your wife, you can make love and whisper questions. And when shes excited and the moment is just right, ask her about his penis ask her how big it was how it felt in her vagina.

Do you think shell tell me how it felt, and things like that?

Oh yes many times while youre making love shell relive this night your wife will think of Marc and remember the thrusting of his long penis how stiff it was how it felt deep in the warmth of her vagina. Youll see Wendys eyes close, hear her breath quicken. You may notice her hips shifting more urgently, and in the heat of the moment, with her voice quivering, your wife will tell you how it felt to have her first orgasm with another man.

Wendy may be too embarrassed to tell me.

Yes, at first when you ask, she'll remember this night in Monterey and blush in shame. It may take weeks, but later when your wife realizes how much it excites you both, shell tell every detail the length of his penis, what she felt when he pressed the head of it into her vagina. When shes excited and if you ask in the right way, she may whisper back, telling all the details of what Marc did to her how he

Oh god that would excite me to make love with my wife and hear her whispering to me reluctantly, but still telling all the details in breathy tones. What he did how he fucked her how it felt.

Mmmm hmm, whispering in the dark privacy of your bed reliving the naughty memories Thats the unending thrill of wife watching even if it happens to Wendy only this one time, in both your minds, the memory is always there hot-wife imagery to excite you and play out again and again

So be ready for that Brad, what may happen here in the next hour will never leave your mind. And long after this night is over, your wife's whispering revelations will send tremors rippling through your stomach. Marilyns words were spoken softly and in the semi-darkness she stared at me, watching the myriad of reactions on my flushed face.

We were pressed close in the tight space, her full warm breasts against my chest and I was beginning to sweat in the humid air. Then in the darkness next to my ear Marilyn drew another deep breath and whispered. When Marc fucks your wife she paused, letting the raw word sink into my squirmy guts. Well, its going to happen only inches away on the other side of this curtain and you can just sit back in the chair, close your eyes and listen to the sound of her whimpers or

or what? I mumbled in confusion.

or you can kneel down on the floor and peek through one of the cracks in the curtain.

Standing in the eerie darkness, the words of this lovely woman touched me with a flash of humiliation. Again I felt the rising shame of spying on my wife, the humbling ignominy of watching another man kiss and pet her of seeing him eventually tugging down her panties and moving between her legs.

Marilyn felt my head turning toward the half-circle of dense curtain. She dropped my shaky hand. Go ahead Brad, squat down and look through one of the cracks in the curtain and you'll see the bed.

Fumbling away from her in the dark, I kneeled on the soft cushiony floor and grazed my hand across the drapery; the very heavy panels were strongly stitched together at about one foot intervals and fastened firmly to the floor. But the foot-long spaces between the panels parted easily at the touch of my exploring fingertips. Pressing my eye to the soft light shimmering through one of the pleats, I could see a large ornately decorated room and a huge round bed with a snuggly fitted smooth satin coverlet hanging nearly to the floor and to each side, a vase of fresh-cut flowers sat on a small night table.

On hands and knees, I crawled along the edge of the drapery and pressed my eye against another pleat. I stared awestruck. As my gaze shifted, there it was, just off to one side the closed dark-paneled door. Hanging on four very large brass hinges, it hovered ominously before my eyes. Its the door she'll come through I squatted on the floor, quivering and staring at the heavy door and then back at the bed. My eyes riveted on the white bed sheet, an image forming in my mind

My hotly flushed Wendy, on her back, naked, her knees drifting apart, but as Marilyns whisper floated down out of the darkness above my head, the naked image fractured into hundreds of jagged little pieces. Brad, do you see the bed see how close it is?

Yes, oh my God, I gasped. Its a round bed, huge and eye level and and only inches way.

And the mirror now look across into the big mirror, she whispered.

Marilyns hand settled on my shoulder and I could feel the quickening of my breath as I stared directly across the big round bed. Now I knew why the curtain was shaped into a curve the mirror captured the image of the curtain and it hung in a deeply pleated half-circle around the huge round bed.

Marilyn, I gasped, this is absolutely unbelievable I cant believe my eyes. It was as if the wide round bed was set center-stage for some dramatic performance and the audience just an audience of one a nervously watching husband. Alone behind the curving drapery, he would be able to move around silently and secretly watch a momentous event in his marriage take place. Quivering with excitement, his pants likely un-zipped, a private and very exquisite performance would unfold, bit-by-bit, right before his eyes. And unless one knew its purpose, the plush drapery seemed merely a part of the exquisite dcor, but in the mirror I was quickly aware of the trembling white tip of my finger holding the seam apart and hardly a finger-length away, lay the wide expanse of a white satin bed sheet. Im stunned Marilyn just overwhelmed

Theres more Brad, now feel down along the carpet to your left Brad, do you feel a little square box?

Uh no.

Graze your fingers along the floor right next to the base of the curtain do you feel it now, maybe a little more to your left?

I trailed my fingers further along the carpet it was there, standing just above the surface of the carpeted floor, a small square cover. Uh-huh, I feel it now. My curious fingers grazed over it, around it trying to figure what it was. The center of the box was concaved, in the curvature I could feel a little round nubbin.

I feel something like a button, I murmured.

Mmm hum, thats it. Now look through the curtain and press the button.

Ohhhh my God, I gasped. There was not a whisper of sound, but as I stared down at the huge round bed it began a very slow clock-wise rotation. Marilyns fingers squeezed my shoulder, but staring down at the orbiting bed, I was shaking, nearly incoherent.

My God, I nearly groaned, its like Hefs big round bed something right out of Playboy

Mmmm hum, but much much bigger.

Three small narrow pillows lay corner to corner and formed a triangle in the very center of about a twelve foot round bed. While I stared across into the mirror, the huge bed completed half a turn and I suddenly realized; no matter how he places Wendys head on one of the pillows her feet will point outward and as the huge bed turns I'll see their lovemaking from literally every angle. The mirror will see and I will see, right between my lovely wife's open legs... even between the cheeks of her buttocks right into the slippery clasp of pink flesh where his cock will be! Ohhh what an exquisite rush of feelings

And the edge of the rotating bed my God, it was less than a palm-width from the splits in the curtain. So close, that crouched in the shrouded darkness of my hiding place Id be able to see everything between Wendys legs, every little curly hair see her pink flesh stretched around his cock and hear the soft wet squishy sounds of them fucking hear every breath, every gasp and cry. My face felt warm, strange forces rippled through my stomach and tugged at my groin.

In the darkness above my head, Marilyn whispered, with the button you can start and stop the bed at any point.

But won't my wife wonder about this, I moaned Won't she wonder why the bed is turning and stopping?

I think Wendy will have a lot more to occupy her thoughts and emotions and Marc will say it turns randomly, on an intermittent timer.

Utterly utterly bizarre, I gasped.

Ahh yes, bizarre ideas readily spring from the twisty minds of men. And theyve carefully aligned the mirrors so as the bed slowly orbits; youll see every inch of your naked wife see the emotion in Wendys eyes and possibly a few glistening tears. And the lighting, though soft, is cleverly arranged so when her open legs are turning pass the curtain youll have an exquisite view into the shadows between your wife's thighs. Then if you want, you can pause the bed and watch

Still squatted on the cushiony floor, I pressed the button again and watched the rotating empty bed ease to a smooth stop I felt light-headed, staring down I imagined the bewitching image of Wendys feet lifted her spread buttocks facing toward one of the cracks in the curtain her heels pressed back against her bare bottom her vagina wet the pink slippery skin stretched snugly around his thickened cock

I struggled back to my feet oh my God, hes going to fuck my Wendy right there right on that bed right before my eyes. My legs were shaky, knees weak. Emotionally exhausted, I dropped down into the big chair. My hostess stood next to the chair, her perfumed body, her very presence still hovered near me and I reached out into the darkness for the comfort of her hand. I heard a little swish of fabric and she slid warmly onto my lap. I could feel Marilyns weight, the exciting warmth of her buttocks against my legs. Under the pressure of Marilyns hip, my penis began to stiffen and we continued to talk softly about my wife about what was to happen.

Exciting isnt it, she murmured To see that big round bed to know your wife will be there, naked with another man.

Unbelievable, I whispered And six couples could fit on that huge bed, I gasped.

Mmm humm, yes it happens sometimes, they gather together on the big rotating bed, swapping wives the husbands screwing each others wife while watching the orbiting image of his own wife in the wall mirror. With his wife's bouncing feet pointed outward from the circle, her spread loins present an orbiting image of pink genitalia stretched wetly around another mans penis. And they watch their own wives every time the wife's feet pass by the mirror they watch transfixed by the image, they stare and all the while they watch, they're fucking the other mans wife

Ohhh that must be an awesome experience, I murmured to be on a bed like that, having another mans precious wife, maybe the mother of his children and all the while hes with your own wife, his erected penis buried in her loins. The excitement must be just overwhelming.

Yes Brad, but its a realm of erotica extending far beyond mere excitement, because it reaches into the depth of a loving marriage, into the extremity of human love and emotion. And as one peers into the watching room, well there seems no boundary to the infinite imagination of the human mind.

On that big round bed, the couples begin by mingling, kissing, petting, feeling and exploring each others wives finally undressing them. By the natural configuration of a round bed, the naked wives find themselves arranged around in a circle, their pretty heads all together in the center, feet pointing outward. Each husband tries to take a position somewhat across from his own wife. Theyre head-to-head, his wife's flushed face is close to his he can hear her gasping breath and while one of the other husbands fucks her, if she tips her head back, they can look into each others eyes. And now, with each slow orbit of the bed, the husband can lift his head and look across his wife's body and as her open legs pass slowly by the mirror he can see between her open knees, into the spread of her buttocks see the slippery thrusting of the other mans penis

I can feel that Marilyn Ohh my God, I can feel that emotional, just plain raw excitement.

Well, some other night Brad another party, another time would you like to try it, being on the same bed with your Wendy? Having the other mens wives, while seeing your lovely Wendy taken by four or five different men seeing their stiff penises pushing into her see them taking turns fucking your wife, sharing her, passing her around, their stiff slippery cocks glistening with her vaginal fluids as they each wait another turn between her legs? Can you imagine seeing that Brad, watching them finally cumm in your wife's little belly, one right after the other? Wendy's pink opening would be splayed apart; you'd see every hair below her pubic bone, matted and sticky. There'll be a slippery puddle under her buttocks and she'll moan and groan until her breath is gone. It can be quite extreme Bradquite extreme

I I think. Ohhhh God, I think it would tear my guts out, but but well, maybe... 

Listening to the whispery words of my hostess, I was overcome with excitement and curiosity, sitting in the dark, the side of her head resting intimately against my cheek, her buttocks warm against my groin, I finally mumbled

Marilyn, who in the world built this strange mansion, they built secret rooms, a curtain to peek through, big mirrors, even a huge rotating bed. And who in hell would deliberately build a bed with squeaky springs? Its bizarre, almost beyond imagination

You really want to know?

Yeah who but the very devil could have conceived of such an erotic combination of squeaky beds and mirrors? Marilyn only the most devilish mind could have created this this bizarre Wife Watchers Room.

Well Brad, he's not exactly the devil, but its an appellation perhaps well deserved. However, he has an intuitive grasp of human nature and a far reaching mind and its a mind fascinated with the blushing innocence of shy pretty wives, wives like your sweet Wendy.

But why build such a strange mansion here right on the top of such a desolate rocky point?

Well the story is, while a young man on his honeymoon, he'd been warned of the legend by a local innkeeper, but like so many husbands, he scoffed at the Magic of Monterey. And so it seems, on one of those special moonlit nights, on this very rocky point, theyd spread a blanket under the stars. He'd sat in the moonlight with his lovely bride, just staring out across the bay, breathing the clean salt air and the scent of drifting sea weed. When out of the rock strewn shoreline, a tall man suddenly appeared his long un-tended blonde hair hung nearly to his shoulders and like a Viking God he was bare-chested, lithe and broad-shouldered.

Out of the shadows he approached, the muscles in his strong legs rippled in the moonlight and the young bride was frightened; she fell back against the blanket, lips parted in a gasp of breath, her long hair spilling out like a shimmering halo.

But the stranger gently took the frightened young wife in his strong arms, softly he kissed her lips, calming her and in less than an hour, the prim shy bride was out of her panties willingly on her back the handsome stranger between her legs

The story telling seemed to excite my lovely hostess. Cuddled together in the chair, Marilyns fingers found mine, she shifted slightly and my stiffening penis found room up between the crease of her buttocks. So the strange man fucked the young bride, I whispered.

Mmm humm and the memory of that night, the loss of his sweet wife's innocence never left his mind. Under a starry Monterey sky, a ruggedly handsome stranger had gently pressed his frightened bride onto her back and reached up under her skirt. Shed struggled and squealed, until finally lifting her buttocks allowing him to pull off her underpants.

So in the young husband's mind, the mysterious images always lurked, the way his pretty bride then willingly lifted her skirt and gave in to the magic her shuddering gasp as the mans long cock pinned her twisting hips down against the blanket. So the young man never forgot the strangers thrusting cock, his wife's pretty head tossing about with the moonlight on her golden hair.

Marilyn went on with the story, speaking softly. The big chair was soft and cushiony; every slight shift of our bodies, even our breathing seemed to be rubbing my stiffening penis against her round warm backside. Our lips were close; our breath was mingling in the darkness and I could feel the curve of Marilyns warm ass and I began to wonder if she wore panties under the thin dress. As she whispered close to my ear I could feel her breath against my cheek and I had this urge to touch her, but I only murmured, Did the stranger cumm in the mans new bride?

Yes but only after a long while and as the handsome stranger fucked his bare-bottomed young bride, he'd sat on the blanket by her side, her warm panties clutched in one hand, the other holding her nervous fingers in a tight sweaty grasp. The strangers hands reached under and around her bare buttocks, lifting her loins for the vigorous thrusts of his long cock. Her pretty toes were over the mans back feet kicking her leather sandals finally flying off into the darkness

With a long stiffened penis, the stranger took his near virginal wife decisively deep powerful thrusts and for a long while, her wailing cries mingled with the soft hiss of foamy surf washing against the rocky cliff. The moon was dipping lower when the young husband heard the mans final grunt, saw his muscular back stiffen as he released deep into the slippery warmth of the young brides vagina.

On that magical night the sea was washing against the rocky shoreline in rhythmic waves. And its rumored on that moonlit blanket, the young wife conceived her first baby. And so, years later, her husband built his fantasy mansion here, right on this same rocky point of land and the Wife Watchers Room eventually came to be.

Wow, thats all so mysterious just unbelievably mysterious, I mumbled.

Yes Brad and a mystery it must stay, so we'll leave his name unsaid, but today he's a very wealthy corporate mogul. And so the prim and proper wives of many powerful men have had their time on that big round bed. But always the shy ones, the pretty blue-eyed blondes, the pink-nippled redheads and the lovely brunettes with their darker curls of lush pubic hair theyve all been down on their backs with other men between their bent knees.

And their watching husbands, those powerful political figures, the corporate executives, those rich and famous men theyve all had their humbling turn behind the watchers curtain sweating and trembling, their eyes glued to the crack as their whimpering young wives were being soundly fucked by other men

Marilyn lay back against me in the deep soft chair, in the darkness; I could feel her hip against my stomach, the soft brush of her whispering breath against my face. She could feel my stiffening penis, but also my fearful trembling.

So you're not alone with your fear Brad; on this very spot, strong powerful men have also stood trembling while listening to those wifely shrieks and cries the creaking bed, the whimpers and sobs. Many loving husbands have squatted here in the darkness, peering through the curtain with their pants unzipped, shamefully masturbating while watching other men fuck their pretty wives. Theyve watched the long bare cocks of other men push deep and release into the vaginas of their young fertile wives and in those very moments, unable to stop themselves, their own sperm usually spurts up into the darkness and dribbles down over their fingers.

And finally, when its over, theyve watched the wives they love lying breathless and spent open-kneed, with the fluids of other men glistening amongst their wetted curls of pubic hair. And many a shy wife has crawled off that bed and pulled up her panties with new bright shining eyes but some, well, some with eyes brimming with tears.

And many of those, now not so innocent wives are with us tonight; you saw them down on the dance floor, looking lovely with adoring husbands at their sides. You may notice one or two of those same lovely faces in the media, maybe reporting the weather, reading the news reports in those sweet breathy voices. They stand on their high-heels before the cameras, the very image of sweet lovely wives, gold wedding bands on their fingers and no one would ever guess other men have been between those long shapely legs. So now Brad, you finally understand the esoteric nature of the Watching Room and why it must always stay a secret only known to the trusted few.

Oh yes, I moaned, I'll keep the secret.

But I was thinking of my Wendys warm wet vagina, and thinking of sperm and babies again.

Do you think he'll he'll cumm in my wife? I whispered.

Mmm hum, of course he will.

Ohh God, I groaned After do you think my Wendy will cry?

I don't know Brad, you'll just have to wait till its over.

Brad its nearly time, I should leave you now, will you be all right, if I leave you waiting here alone? She slipped off my lap and stood next to the chair and I struggled to my feet.

Marilyns warmth, her breath next to mine was my only touch with reality. I don't know, I mumbled. Its taking a long time

Well, the band must have played on for a while, but if we hear Marc opening the door, Ill just slip away.

On the carpeted hallway it was unlikely, but we stood for a while listening for footsteps, for any sound of approaching voices. I felt Marilyns warm body, her breath against my ear as she whispered

This is no-going-back time. Are you nervous?

Oh God yes

Excited?

Of course, I murmured. The time was near, I could feel my erection building, that warm pulsing sensation at the end of my spine, my cock lengthening and starting to fully stiffen. We were squeezed together in the confining darkness. I could feel Marilyns breasts, her warm loins against mine she could feel my cock swelling and lifting up against her belly.

She snuggled closer, not pulling away. Her whisper was soft and teasing. Youve wanted to see this to see your wife being undressed and taken by another man?

Mmm, weve talked about it for months.

I thought back to the whispered fantasy we shared in our bed how Wendy would surrender her long legs sprawled her back arching to take the first deep thrust of his cock. While we made love I imagined her under a mysterious man, how the bed would squeak, how her pretty head would loll back, eyes squeezed shut, her parted lips gasping for breath. And now unbelievably, I was going to see it happen.

Marilyn stirred, her lips brushed warmly against my neck. I felt a shiver felt a little throb go through my groin. I could feel her breath against my skin as she continued to whisper softly

Sharing wives and wife watching well, its certainly traumatic, she mused. And its such a strange male phenomenon, she added.

Marilyn, I whispered Before you leave me, may I ask you something?

Of course Brad.

Mare have you ever been, well, on the other side of the curtain with a man?

Mmm humm a couple of times, she whispered. There was a little tremor in her voice. The excitement was mutual and as Marilyn whispered, I felt her hips shift and her stomach snuggle more firmly against the lump in my pants.

And your husband he watched?

Uh-huh his name is Byron and he watched through the curtain, that was my first time. Then one time, we were on a trip out of town and he sat right next to me on a hotel bed, when I was with a man a handsome English gentleman.

Was he well, was Byron excited and okay with what happened?

Uh-huh, and after back in our own bed, sometimes he blindfolds my eyes, he whispers naughty things close to my ear until I start to shiver. And then, his whispers take me to imaginary places where other men make love to me while he watches. Marilyn was silent for a moment, thinking and then she mused. But when a husband watches secretly, well that must bring an even sharper edge to the thrill.

Yeah I feel that edge already.

Youre tense and squirming. Now Brad are you really sure you want to go ahead with this?

Yeah I'm just a little nervous and wondering if shell really let him.

Well, she might not. And remember its her first time so shell be embarrassed and apprehensive, but hell take a lot of time with her. Your bashful wife may struggle a little, but without actually forcing her well, hell be very determined to to shall we say, succeed.

Succeed The word, its very connotation, sent a quiver up my spine. With soft knowing words, my lovely hostess broke my trance. Brad, if youre ready for this, Ive got to leave you now. It must be nearly time. Any moment now that door will slowly open. And when you see your shy little wife stepping into the Watching Room and that first rush of emotion hits your squirmy stomach  well, you should be alone with your feelings.

Uh-huh.

But remember now, youve made your decision, so when Marc gets Wendy down on that bed and begins to undress her, well, you can open a crack in the curtain and watch him take her clothes off, but you must stay absolutely quiet.

I'll be very quiet.

And remember Brad, your wife is young and bashful and when he starts to get under her skirt, therell likely be a lot of nervous squeaks and some struggling, but at that point you must accept the inevitable. Wendy may not give in easily but she will, and you mustnt make any sound or try to stop it.

I felt my heart pumping, my cock fully stiff, but continuing to thickening as the blood rushed to my groin. I I wont I'll just watch, I mumbled in confusion.

My lovely hostess cracked open the hidden wall panel. Soft light from the hallway cut the darkness of my hiding place. Im almost afraid to see you leave, I murmured. She paused, Brad, Im sure I'd get a thrill out of watching this with you, but when it starts you'll be glad for some privacy.

Mmmm I suppose.

Well heres the reality Brad, you'll be only inches away and at the moment his long penis pushes deep into your timid wife she may shriek, the bed springs are going to start squeaking and youll hear Wendy whimpering. So Brad, like all the other husbands you'll want some privacy to, ah un-zip your pants and do something personal.

She saw my face flush at the thought of secretly watching through the curtain and masturbating, while only inches away, another man was fucking my sweet shy wife. Embarrassed, my eyes shifted away.

Oh Brad I know you'll need to relieve yourself, so don't act so embarrassed. And this is not going to end quickly, she whispered. But when I think Marc is about finished with your wife I'll come back for you. Wait for me I'll tap on the panel and slip back inside.

Marilyn turned to leave, and then paused with an amused smile on her face. Theres a box of tissues on the floor next to the chair if you need a few. She winked at me, her lips parted and after a quick warm kiss; she quietly closed the hidden door.

With a soft wooden clunk the panel latched back into place and suddenly I was alone in the eerie darkness it was dead quiet only the pulsing thumping of my heart. Little shivers ran up my back as I stood staring at the thin slivers of light shining through the seams in the curtain.

My eyes drifted down to the fuzzy image of the box of tissues. Then, thankful for the solitude that hid my shame, I slumped back in the big chair. Silence, claustrophobic darkness closed around me. Smothering reality began to bubble to the surface and I felt it the helpless anguish of waiting.

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The passing minutes seemed like hours, the air suffocating and close. I began to fret pacing back and forth along the curtain, peering nervously through some of the head-high the cracks. I toyed with the button, practiced rotating the bed a couple of times, making it stop at certain spots. Across the room the wide wall mirror stared back at me and while reflecting only the empty bed, it seemed to mock my plight. Tingling with nervous anticipation, I watched the door, waiting to see it move, listening for the tiniest sound.

Unsettling possibilities began swirling through my mind. Maybe Wendy just turned him down or maybe he took my wife to some other room. A room where I wouldnt hear her squealing cries wouldnt see her knees bent back, her hips twisting under the force of his stiff thrusting cock. Sweat gathered in my armpits maybe at this very moment, in some other hidden room, he was settling down between my wifes spread knees.

Waiting became an agony all its own, but finally I heard sounds outside the other door the faint murmur of a nervous female voice, the deeper tone of a male response. Tense and with my heart in over-drive I waited

A soft thump against the door, oh God theyre here my wife is here, just outside the door. Cloaked in a mesmerizing stupor I stood in the darkness, staring through one of the head-high cracks in the curtain. Several seconds passed, I was shaking, the sweat continuing to sting at the corners of my eyes. But finally I heard the faint metallic sound of the doorknob turning and the rich mahogany door starting to swing slowly inward. I visibly shuttered, the feeling was like cold damp fingers clasping the back of my neck. I quickly pressed the split in the curtain to just a narrow crack through which to peer. My face was burning, but somehow, a cold sensation trickled down my spine

From out in the hallway, my wifes soft voice reached my ears a breathy sigh, then her nervous little giggle. I heard him say, Come on Wendy, lets step inside and sit where its quiet.

And in that dramatic moment in time, from out of the darkest corner of my hiding place, another being reared up at my side the green-eyed monster of jealousy and the mythical monster reached into my chest and squeezed his icy fingers around my thumping heart..

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To be continued in (Chapter 5) 

The Wife Watchers Party

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Chapter 5 (The beguiling allure of a shy blushing wife)


Silently, on four heavy brass hinges, the heavy wooden door swung slowly inward and my wife's soft murmur drifted through the curtain. Ohhh Marc, this gives me kind of a strange spooky feeling.

In the shrouded darkness of my hiding place I heard the little tremor in Wendy's voice. I stood frozen, not making a sound, my flushed face close to the narrow split in the curtain. Slowly I eased my eye closer to the little sliver of light, Marc appeared; my heart skipped a beat as he reached back, took my shy wifes hand and drew her slowly into the Watchers Room.

A blue-eyed vision of loveliness stepped cautiously in cheeks flushed, her long blonde hair shimmering in the rose colored lighting. Up to this moment I'd been struggling with some kind of an illusionary fantasy, but now, actually seeing my wife on the other side of the curtain was like a bolt of lightening, and it jolted me into full awareness, every nerve in my body tensed. As I stood peering into watching room everything became so undeniably real and so damn scary, because there she was my pretty wife Wendy, standing in her high heels, long legged and lovely.

My lovely wife tipped her pretty head to one side. As she drew a deep breath, those shapely firm breasts shifted ever so slightly under the silk blouse. The air, oh it smells so sweet, she said.

His eyes flicked toward the swell of Wendy's breasts. Its the scent of wild lemon bloom, he murmured. Its a very delicate scent imported from central Asia. The maids occasionally sprinkle a dab or two on the pillows.

Mmmm how nice.

But now, with obvious hesitation, Wendys eyes began to flash about the strange room lush deep carpeting, dramatic soft lighting, rich wall coverings, ornate decorations, but no furniture, no chairs, nothing to sit on just a couple of end tables, fresh cut flowers and the luxurious custom built bed

And just across the room, the softly lit image of the big round bed loomed ominously in the large wall-to-wall mirror.

My lovely blonde wife stared wide-eyed at the big circular bed and the triangle of puffy pillows. There were no blankets, just a fitted satin coverlet with the spread removed in readiness. While highlighting the gold in her hair, the soft rose-colored lighting cast a hue of delicate pink across the bedding. Wendy's eyes glanced toward Marc, then back to the pristine satin cover. All pretence aside, this was a lovers room a secluded room in which to make impetuous love a perfect place to fuck a blushing shy wife, all the while hidden from the intervention of her anxious husband. Wendy's big blue eyes blinked, I saw her quick intake of breath, the realization, the sudden glimmer of fear in her eyes.

Ohhh Marc Im Im not sure about this

But his technique was smooth as water flowing over polished stones. As Wendy opened her lips to protest, and before she could utter another sound, he wrapped my wife quickly into his arms. With a backward step and a half he bumped the open door with his hip. The stern forbidding eyes of Cerberus turned away as the heavy door swung shut and latched with a soft, but very decisive click.

The sound of that door latching and knowing it locked well, it shot through my stomach like a gunshot. In a secluded area of the mansion Marc and Wendy were now alone and something about knowing the door was locked fed my anxiety. My wife was behind a locked door with another man a man whos every intend was to get her out of her clothes and fuck her and mere steps away was the allure of an available bed. I remembered Marilyns words and my acceptance of the pretense

Just a quiet place to sit and talk, he'll say.

But as I looked across into the mirror, I knew what was more likely to happen in the middle of that bed. There would be hot kisses, probably a little weak struggle for her panties before she gives-in. Wendy's warm panties tossed onto the floor vigorously fucking each other in front of the mirror my wife's big blue eyes staring across into the mirror watching herself being fucked by another man. His eyes following hers both of them watching the image of my wife's dainty feet bouncing high above his hunching back both glimpsing the glistening wet sheen of fluids on his long slippery cock

And now I peered through, watching him leaning back against the locked door and holding my wife in a firm grip. He lowered his face to the side of her warm sensitive neck his lips and tongue finding that tender spot under her ear, the spot in the hollow of her throat that makes her shiver and gasp. I watched him kiss Wendy's neck; flick the tip of his tongue upward along her slender throat, across her pearly ear.

Ohhh Marc she gasped. We we shouldnt be here alone doing this

Blushing, her flushed cheeks the color of sun-ripened peaches, my pretty wife twisted in his arms, fighting to maintain some measure of control, but it was almost no contest. The inevitable would happen... my wife, the love of my life, was about to yield to this handsome guy. Shortly hell entice Wendy down onto that bed and theyll make love theyll twist about, theyll kiss and feel and fuck, no further doubt existed in my mind.

I began to steel my resolve for the scene I was about to witness. Thoughts of my wifes surrender rampaged through my mind a hazy white image of Wendy's panties on the floor, her loose skirt shucked up around her waist as he settled between her bent knees. The head of his cock snuggling into her crotch and finding a warm crease of slippery pink skin under the wispy curls of pubic hair. In a distant part of my swirling mind, I listened to her whimpering crying out and starting to groan. With the little shrieking sound of Wendys whimpers reverberated in my ears, I found myself clutching the parted curtain between my shaky fingers and drawing quiet gasps of breath.

Still held in the circle of his strong arms, her face turned toward my hiding place, I saw those familiar ice-blue eyes, eyes that now glimmered with nervous excitement. The moist warm lips I kissed on our wedding day, now quivered as she drew quick ragged breaths. His mouth nuzzled her neck; his lips moving across her flushed cheek to the corner of her mouth. With bellies pressed together, the kiss that followed was deep and intense, mouths open, their wet warm tongues touching. His hands cupped the curvy cheeks of my wifes ass and with arms coiled about his neck, her breasts pressed firmly up against his strong muscular chest.

Ohh Marc ohhh Marc, what are you doing to me ohhh my God

My wife seemed to melt under the warm firmness of his kisses. The palm of his right hand cupped over her buttocks. His fingers slipped lower and inward between the cheeks of her ass feeling through her skirt for the bottom end of her genitalia. Weakened and breathless, Wendy slumped in his arms while his stiffened cock pressed upward against her stomach. Unlike on the dance floor, there was no pulling away of her moistening loins just a very slow mutual undulation of their hips. I thought of Wendys snug little cunt, how in the heat of passion she so spontaneously wets herself. My mind drifted back to our marriage, remembering all the times Id opened her legs and marveled at her tight little crack with its surplus of fluids wetting out onto the roots of her pubic curls I envisaged it now

.hidden between the cheeks of her smooth buttocks.

.the feathery soft curls of blondish hair.

.smoothly rounded folds of snug labia.

.the thin split of her cunt, so pink and gleaming.

Oh God what an utter feeling of twisted reality as the images danced through my mind. And to know another man was about to explore that slippery warm treasure that lay hidden under my wifes skirt was a sensation of complete depravity. While his fingers pressed into the crease between my wifes ass-cheeks, my own fingers holding the curtain apart were shaking as I continued to watch and listen.

While kissing Wendys lips, he took a back step or two, drawing my wife toward the bed, but she was making little murmuring sounds of protest. Staring through the crack in the curtain, I could see her tottering in her heels, holding back and nervously glancing over his shoulder at the nearness of the big bed. Between kisses I could hear them whispering her timid voice anxious his deep and consoling.

Why did you bring me here why me? she murmured.

My lovely Wendy, maybe its because youre the most fascinating and desirable woman Ive seen in a decade.

Thats silly Marc just a transparent male come-on. Down on the dance floor there's a dozen women far prettier than me.

He cupped her quivery chin and stared down into her lovely blue eyes. Ahhh but my dear Wendy, you dont see the magnificence of your own wholesome beauty.

But Im just a a frumpy housewife from a small town in Kansas, and and you should take me back to my husband.

Ohhh, but my shy little Wen, you are so much more so much more.

Step over here Wendy glance at the image in that mirror just look at yourself.

Marc turned my wife toward the large wall mirror and with one smooth step he eased behind her back. On the surface of the mirror, their images merged into one, his dark handsome head, another, the color of sun ripened wheat rested back against his shoulder. For several long seconds nothing moved, only the flutter of Wendys long eye lashes as she gazed into the mirrored image of his dark eyes.

See how lovely you are, he murmured. See how lovely

Wendy tipped her head back and Marc ran his seductive fingers through the long strands of her silky hair. In the soft lighting, my wifes flaxen hair slithered through his fingers like ripples of spun gold. As the shimmering strands settled down upon her shoulders, Marc placed his hands on Wendy's hips and stood watching her blonde blue-eyed image in the mirror.

Ohhh my God Wendy you're such a lovely little darling, he whispered

I listened as his voice became whispery soft and like the soft brush of a feather, his lips grazed my wife's ear. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, he whispered, a lovely young Nordic girl with deep blue eyes must have stepped off a Viking longboat. My sweet Wendy, if I was to close my eyes, I'd see your very distant grandmother stepping timidly ashore with the sun of a new world shimmering on her long golden braids.

Please Marc ohhh, you're embarrassing me. I'm not pretty like that I'm just an ordinary small town wife

But my meek little Wendy seemed nearly helpless, her curvy buttocks settled back against his groin as she stared in fascination at the image of a pretty blue-eyed wife clasped in the strong arms of another man. Sweet Wen, youre every mans dream, he whispered. And his lips nuzzled against her golden hair, breathing in her scent, his lips moving into the tender spot where the graceful curve of her neck blended into her shoulder. Looking over my wifes shoulder, he studied the reflection of a firm-breasted, long-legged lovely young female.

Then he whispered, still in a slow mesmerizing tone, his breath brushing against her ear. What are you seeing in the mirror tell me Wendy tell me.

She stared at herself in the mirror and then into the charisma of his dark eyes. I I see a plain ordinary Kansas housewife one who loves her husband, she murmured with a touch of emphasis.

Ahh but I see beyond the superficial image on that glass, I see a fresh-faced lovely young woman a woman so modest that her innate lush beauty escapes her own recognition.

He continued to whisper in a slow hypnotic tone. My dear Wendy, I sense a lovely woman whos never fully experienced the intimate touch of another man. And Im holding in my arms, a sweet shy wife who subconsciously wants to break out of a self confining shell.

Thats silly Marc, Im not modest nor confined in any darn shell!

But Wendy, youre very curious curious about the touch of another man can you really tell me youre not intrigued by the thought of making love with another man? Can you deny the thought lurking in your mind?

She seemed struck mute, standing there in her heels, quivering in his arms. He stood behind her, his thumbs still pressing against the upper curve of her buttocks, his fingers clasping her hip bones. I watched his hands begin to move, easing upward along her ribs as he nuzzled her warm neck around to the front, pausing under the curve of her breasts, then cupping squeezing lightly feeling the pucker of her excited nipples, the firm resilient flesh through her thin clothing.

My wife gasped. Ohhh Marc ohhh dont touch me like that ohhh.

But she allowed his straying hands to squeeze and feel her breasts and her blonde head tipped back against his shoulder, willingly exposing her sensitive tender neck to his nibbling kisses. In a subconscious movement, her spine arched, pressing her squirming butt back against his groin. With his hands still cupped over my wifes breasts, Marc tightened his back, rubbing his stiffened cock into the crease between her plump ass-cheeks.

She gasped, wiggling and twisting in his grip while the fingers of his right hand slipped under the neck of her white silk blouse, inching their way into her bra cupping the upper curvature of my wifes breast, then wiggling deeper toward the pinkness of her tender nipple. His fingertips slipped deeper into the cup of Wendy's white bra, just brushing across the areola, lightly pinching the pucker of her sensitive left nipple. Moments passed, from the tip of her tender nipple, little tingles were rippling down into her belly and Wendy seemed to be giving in. Tipped back against his broad shoulder, her pretty head was tossing side-to-side as the sensation rippled through her body.

Ohhh my God. Ohhhh Marc ohhh we have to stop this

Wendy, your breasts are marvelous, so firm and perfect show me your breasts let me see them.

This is so crazy Marc Im happily married and were planning to have a baby, she whimpered. But with a tingling pink nipple puckered so sweetly against the palm of his hand, Wendy was struggling for breath, Marc, I'm married, ohhh Marc take your hand out of there we shouldn't... do this.

Hearing the quiver in her voice, fearing she might be near tears, Marc eased his fingers out of my wife's bra. But undeterred, his hands grazed up along her arms and her skin prickled, lifting the downy blonde peach-fuzz on her forearms. When his hands settled onto her shoulders, her head turned toward the closed door and he could see thoughts of fleeing in her eyes.

I should go look for my husband, she moaned Ohhh he must be very worried.

Skillfully, trying to keep Wendy calm, but still hopelessly aroused, he began gently massaging her shoulders and rubbing his thumbs against the slope of her neck. Gradually, his fingers inched into the neck of her blouse. Trancelike, she stared at the mirrored image of a strong handsome man holding the blushing wife of another man in his arms... his fingers lifting each little ivory button out of its loop. Ohh don't, she moaned, but did nothing to slow his fingers and in moments, the front Wendy's blouse lay open, her naked belly and bra covered breasts exposed.

Wen, I want to see your lovely breasts your little pink nipples. Yes, my little blue eyes, I know theyre pink and tender let me see them touch them. He breathed the words against my wife's ear and then his warm lips pressed against the side of her neck. I could just feel the shivers of excitement rushing up her spine.

Marc ohhh no Marc, she moaned I cant just expose my breasts I barely know you

Stepping back a bit, he lowered her silk blouse over her shoulders and her birthday present dropped onto the lushly carpeted floor. Yes Wendy, you can show me your bare breasts, no one will know only the mirror will know. And as he spoke, his eyes never left the mirrored image of my lovely wife.

He whispered more that I couldn't hear and I saw his hands moving between their bodies now opening the buttons of his own shirt. Soon his shirt and my wife's blouse lay in a crumpled pile near their feet and he drew my wife's warm naked back against his broad chest. Only the narrow back strap of her bra was between their warm bare flesh and I could see her squirming at the touch of her warm naked skin against his bare muscular chest.

Unhook your bra Wen; show your lovely breasts to the mirror

Marc no, I cant just show you my breasts only my husband sees them!

He held Wendys hips in tight grip, looking over her shoulder, he watched her flushed face in the mirror. Wide-open blue eyes stared back at him. One hand eased up toying with the shoulder strap of my wife's bra. Slowly, he eased one strap just over the smooth curve of Wendy's shoulder. She felt it, the bra strap slipping, sliding down her arm. I could see Wendy shivering as her bra cup loosened and a lovely globular breast came slightly into view. Her bikini top had left a curving tan line across the swell of her breast and I could see his eyes peeking down at the whiter skin, at the pink nipple just inside the tan line.

Wen, he murmured I wouldn't really see your breasts Id just see their image in the mirror.

That is so stupid Marc! So darn stupid and Ive never done such a thing

But you want to dont you? Tell me the truth Wen, I feel you trembling and I know just the thought of it sends little thrills down into that round little belly.

No Ohhhh God no I love my husband he loves me.

With shaky fumbling fingers, Wendy adjusted the shoulder strap of her bra, but she was quivering, her cheeks flaming. On the side of her neck I could see a little red bite mark where his teeth had nibbled her tender skin. I love my husband, she moaned, but the temptation was clear in her eyes as she glanced back at the big circular bed.

Wendy, of course you love your husband, but still I know you want to feel the thrill of another man seeing you naked touching you making love to you. You're glancing over at that bed and I know you're thinking of it right this minute.

No ohhh no, its my husband's bedtime fantasy. But I've never I couldn't

So its your husband's fantasy, but be honest Wen, you also think of another mans penis how big and stiff it might be how it would feel pushing into your vagina. You think about it you fantasize in bed alone, you touch yourself and wonder

Ohhh yes I mean no just, well sometimes ohhh God, you're confusing me

He was whispering softly, his breath warm against the skin of her tender neck. My little blonde darling I know you do. Tell me the truth Wen; I know you play with the fantasy while your husbands at work up on your bed, your fingers inside your panties, touching thinking of other men

Sometimes oh sometimes I do. Ohhhh Marc I shouldn't tell you such things. Why are you making me say such things?

Wen, you're telling me because it excites you knowing were alone excites you knowing that bed is so near knowing we could make love that we could just slip your panties off and lift your skirt. Think of it Wendy, how quickly it could happen how easily it would be to do it.

I couldn't ohhh Marc, I love my husband

Oh yes you could Wendy the bed is close you could just turn onto your back, loosen your knees and close your eyes just let it happen. And later back in your husband's arms, you could whisper in bed tell him what we did how I pushed down my pants and got between your legs you'd feel his excitement. Wen, you know its his fantasy his long awaited his thrill.

I know but

Wendy glanced toward the bed then back into the mesmerizing image of his dark eyes and he heard the quiver in her weakening voice.

The door is locked Wen I feel your trembling hands and I know you're wet my penis is stiff and hard. Wendy we could stretch out on the bed let the mirror watch us kiss and make love 

With the arousing thought swirling through her mind, Wendy stood in his arms, quivering, her pretty face hotly flushed. And without another word, he slipped his hand up along my wifes smooth bare belly. His nails just grazing the smooth skin of her bare stomach sent little prickles up her spine. I saw her tottering in her high heels and quivering as the rush of excitement washed over her. His fingers cupped under the globe of her left breast squeezing gently, the satiny smooth cleavage swelling over the edge of her white bra cup. I saw his fingertip tracing the imprint of her excited nipple. He scratched lightly with his nail and I saw the firmness of her nipple pucker under the cloth I watched her shiver her pretty head tossing about.

My sweet Wen, I want to see your breasts touch them make love with you

Ohhhhhhh. no we cant. I cant

With her eyes fixated on the mirrored image of his hands on her breasts, my wife seemed to be in some hypnotic trance. She seemed lost in the moment staring straight ahead and drawing quick shallow breaths as she fought to resist the tingle of his fingers on her nipples. Behind the curtain I was a shivering quivering wreck in his arms my wife was struggling for breath. But I knew eventually she'll give-in and he'll fuck her it was our bed-time fantasy brought to life. And I waited, watching listening

Just unhook your bra, he whispered to the girl in the mirror.

Oh I cant I shouldnt she whispered back.

Just for a minute unhook your bra let me see you let me touch your nipples with my tongue Wen you want to, I know you do.

Ohhh my God, she whispered to the girl in the mirror. I love my husband, I really shouldnt

But she did a breathless moment later, Wendy watched the lovely blonde girl in the mirror reaching behind her back. The blonde girls trembling fingers grasped the hooks of her white bra.

The move was so familiar, Id seen it dozens of times elbows back, the awkward little twist of her shoulders as she unsnapped the clasp of her bra. The hooks parted and something in my stomach went weak. Up to this moment I really thought Wendy might rush to the door and flee, but now a fresh wave of bile threatened to float up into my throat as I saw the taut fabric supporting the weight of her breasts slacken

And I watched in utter fascination as my bashful wife exposed her magnificent up-slanting breasts to another man.

The white bra slipped through her fingers and fell to the floor. Shivering with embarrassment, she stood there naked from the waist up, her lovely pink-nippled breasts on display in the mirror and before the staring eyes of another man.

Pretty face hotly flushed, she shifted nervously, her weight shifting from one foot to the other and in the mirror, her saucy up-lifted breasts swayed with a delightful gelatinous firmness. Excitement puckered her pink nipples and I heard him draw a breath. Ohh my God Ohh Wendy, theyre more beautiful then I ever imagined. I've never seen such lovely breasts.

I watched his eager hands on my wifes body, one hand sliding slowly up along her stomach to gently cup under the smooth curve of a plump naked breast, the other sliding down her bare belly, feeling the silky warmth of my wife's bare skin. Her blonde head tipped back against his shoulder I could see the shivers of excitement as she parted her lips, her breath coming in little panting gasps.

Ohhh Marc we shouldn't I shouldn't be doing this

His fingers grazed across the skin of Wendys bare stomach and I watched his fingertips drawing warm little circles around her belly button, gradually slipping lower along the little blondish belly fuzz toward the waist of her skirt. His fingertips eased under the tight waist band of her skirt

My husband she gasped. Oh Marc we cant he'll be waiting for me, wondering where I am

But I recognized the wavering tone, the half-hearted plea and saw his fingers wiggling further under her skirt under the elastic waist of her panties. My wife twisted nervously, no oh no, she gasped. But I saw the way she pulled in her belly muscles, making room for his hand to slip under the snug waistband of her skirt and down into her panties his fingers eased into the ridge of her pubic hairs delving deeper into the little blondish curls a fingertip dipping into the top of her moist little seam...

Soft little whimpers drifted through the curtain as his hand wiggled deeper into Wendy's panties the tip of one extended finger, sliding deeper into the slippery crease of a warm snug little cunt.

Raw anxiety griped my heart as I watched her twisting in his arms not to escape his touch yet not fully accepting his grasp. The tip of his finger reached her sensitive little clit and despite the residual of resistance, I knew I was watching the last breathless moments of my wife's innocence the final moments before she tumbled weakly into the arms of another man. A moment later, he eased his hand out of her panties and clasped her hand, turning her away from the mirror and toward the bed.

Come Wen my little sweetheart, come over to the bed, he murmured.

Ohh my God oh no, my husband will be frantic.

Wendy spun around, twisting to get away only to find herself still clasped in his arms, but now the pert pink nipples of her warm bare breasts rested against his naked chest. His hands grazed up and down her ribs, teasing over the sides of her breasts and he kissed her while holding her warmth and softness against his bare chest.

And she kissed him back, with her lips warmly parted, her tongue touching his; she kissed him hotly fervently. I could see her twisting excitedly, pressing against him, and grazing her sensitive nipples across his bare skin. His hand slid down between their bodies his fingers cupped over the mound of her pussy Wendy moaned, squirming her hips, pressing the mound of her pubic bone against his fingers. When their lips parted, she stared over his shoulder, vacantly gazing toward the curtain where I was hiding and I could see the excitement glimmering in her deep blue eyes and I knew my wife had wetted herself... her vagina had slickened the crotch of her panties, warm and humid.

His lips brushed lightly across her cheek, softly he murmured, Wen my shy little sweetheart, now I want to see the rest of you all of you right in the middle of that big round bed warm and naked. Lets Wendy we have an hour or two together its our one chance.

Ohhhhhhh Marc, she whimpered Ohhh God knows I want to I really want to. She pulled away and turned her back to him again. But I cant get on that bed with you I let you kiss me and see my breasts, and touch me, but but we cant go all the way with this

Wendy little sweetheart, you know your husband would allow it he'd let you go all the way, make love with another man. You're shy and a little frightened, but you know that, don't you?

Mmmm well maybe we, ah talk about it

Her voice was weak, almost breaking into a sob. He realized she was near tears and he came up behind her, a gently touch, his hands on her hips again; his lips whispering close to her ear. Wendy I know your husband loves you but in bed, does your husband talk to you about it about the thrill of watching his pretty wife fuck with another man?

At the explicit word, her eye lashes shyly lowered. Uh huh sometimes in bed we talk about well, about me doing that with another man, she murmured. And well, sometimes we talk about him watching and we whisper the the fuck word. But its just pillow talk, fantasies to excite us while we make love. The stammering admission flushed her face, her eyes turned away in embarrassment.

But Wen, it excites you to whisper the fuck word in bed and think of other men and imagine having sex with them. You think about it don't you how it would feel to play out your husband's fantasy?

Mmmm humm, it excites me, but this is so sudden and Im. Im not

Well little girl, we can sit on the bed and I wont force or harm you in any way. We can kiss and pet and nothing more will happen if you dont want it to happen.

Wendys eyes flicked toward the bed and he spoke very softly, placing a soft but compelling intone on every word. So my little shy darling, you can pick up your clothing and Ill take you back to your husband or or we can go over to the bed and what will happen will happen

In my hiding place I waited my heart thumping as I held my breath. The pause seemed interminable

Glancing away from the bed, Wendy wiggled out of his arms. Nervous and tottering in her heels, my long-legged lovely wife bent down and picked up her silk blouse. As Wendy reached down for her bra, loose strands long silky blonde hair obscured her blushing face. She straightened, I saw the delightful sway of her lovely bare breasts and I thought Ohhh no, shes gonna slip back into her clothes its not going to happen

I'm sorry, she murmured Oh Marc, I'm sorry

I exhaled a long held quivering breath. I was relieved I was disappointed just a crazy mix of feelings. And I stood behind the curtain sweating, trembling and not really knowing what or how to feel.

He spoke softly, I'm sorry too Wen. We may never meet again and it would have been a warm wonderful experience for both of us to remember. And Wendy itd probably been a big thrill for your husband too.

As he spoke in a slow quiet voice, Marc walked over to the bed. He sat with his back to the curtain, but in the mirror I could see the disappointment in his eyes and also a flicker of resolve. Wendy turned her head their eyes met ocean blue eyes staring into his dark eyes. There was no denying the magnetism, the force that had lured them together. I remembered only an hour ago, how they sat on the sofa, eyes locked testing each other with gentle touches, the thought of making love hovering in both their minds. A moment passed and I watched the indecision on Wendys flushed face, her moist blue eyes flashing toward the closed door and then quickly back to the waiting bed.

And clearly, it was not a bed for sleeping, softly lit, encircled by a plush purple drapery, it was more a theater stage a huge round platform upon which to fuck shy pretty house wives timid wives like my flush-faced Wendy.

Discarded clothing clasped in her hand, the uncertainty and the fear was clear in her eyes. On the other side of the drapery, my face felt feverish, but my fingers separating the split in the curtain were cold and shaking. I watched I listened, not daring to breathe. It was like sitting under the sharp sword of Damocles and waiting for the suspending hair to break

But my little darling Wendy, he murmured as he stared at her smooth naked back. His voice was deep and carried a ring of sincerity. If you walk away now if you slip into your clothes and travel back to your little town in Kansas never knowing. Well, youll always wonder, youll always wonder. 

Still standing with her back turned, the tense knuckles grasping her clothing had turned white. I could sense her mind swirling, her mental vacillation the emotional battle between fear and the raw excitement of giving herself to another man. In the mirror their gaze met again, her deep blue eyes staring into his magnetic dark eyes both feeling the mystical pull of Monterey the lure and magic of those rhythmically washing waves. And then, like ocean sand trickling through loosened fingers, her will to resist slipped away.

Very slowly, my bare-breasted wife turned and faced him one tense knuckle at a time, Wendy loosened her grip her bra and then the white silk blouse slithered through her fingers and fell silently back to the floor.

Ohhh Marc I shouldn't but ohhh my God I feel something pulling me something strange happening in me to me

With a deep shuddering breath, Wendy squared her shoulders, and with her naked breasts standing firm and high, she took one faltering step toward the bed. And in the darkness over my head I heard the whistling sound of the proverbial sword falling.

One hesitant step, but it was all the encouragement he needed!!!!

Suddenly Marc jumped up from the bed two steps and he reached out and swiftly spun her around. Tucking his arm against the backs of her knees, he quickly swept my bare-breasted wife up into his strong arms. His sudden sweeping grasp frightened Wendy, she began to whimper and struggle as he carried her across the room, toward my hiding place and toward the wide round bed.

Ohhhhhh Marc. Ohhhh ohhhhhh

But while being carried toward a nearby bed, the skittish whimpers of a timid wife can be so utterly alluring. The panting of Wendy's breath, her hotly blushing face and the futility of her resistance created an irresistible aura of sensuality and through the narrow crack in the curtain I could see the outline of Marcs stiffening cock straining upward against the front of his pants

And while my timid Wendy kicked and struggled, I could feel the blood rushing to my own groin Because I knew, although she may whimper and whine, on that big round squeaky bed, and only inches away from my watching eyes, Marc was about to fuck my pretty wife.

Ohhh God I could barely stifle the groan.

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To be continued in (Chapter 6)

The Wife Watchers Party

By Bertram W. Bronson

Chapter 6  (Remember you promised)


Easily as a child snatching up a little rag doll, Marc had swept my long-legged Wendy off her feet and now, through a little crack in the curtain, I was anxiously watching as he began carrying my feebly struggling wife toward the bed.

In a futile gesture, my surprised wife twisted in his firm grip, her feet kicking the air, high heels flying off and her skirt riding up over her bare knees. The hemline of my wife's skirt dropped well below her buttocks and from my hiding place I saw the quick exposure of Wendy's long thrashing legs, the backs of bare knees and white underpants.

With a hundred and ten pounds of wiggling wife in his arms, Marc nearly lost his balance and Wendy's buttocks swung directly toward my eyes there, pinched between the cheeks of my wife's buttocks was the hair-darkened crotch of her thin white panties. I could see stray golden-brown hairs and a little vertical indent where a dampened crease in the soft cotton had worked its way into the long split of her cunt. The sight of my wife's exposure took my breath way and my fingers clenched the edges of the curtain I heard Wendy gasp and saw her lips quivering and heard the tremor in her voice

Ohhhh Marc Ohhhhhh what are we doing?

It was an emotional mingling gasp of excitement and astonishment as the full realization tumbled through Wendys mind this was no longer a game of teasing words and a little touching. Suddenly she was clasped firmly in the strong arms of this handsome stranger and his every intent was to drop her wiggling behind onto the middle of that bed and strip off the rest of her clothes.

Marc Marc, no put me down we cant ohhhh not really.

But now Marc was very determined to have my wife and feeling the warm weight of her struggling body in his arms had totally stiffened his cock. As they neared the bed, an eddying aroma of Wendy's scent swirled around his head and I could see his fully erected cock pressing at an upward angle against the zipper of his pants. Squirming with anxiety, my pulse pounding, I watched him swing my struggling wife high over the bed. A swirling trail of long blonde hair swept through the air like the yellow tail of a kite and they twisted, turning then almost falling before tumbling across the circle of a wide bed.

My wife landed on her back and a part of Marcs weight sent the breath bursting out of her in a little whoosh. With a creak of springs, the bed bounced, her skirt flared exposing smoothly tanned thighs and another flash of white panty crotch. Trying to smooth down the disarray of her clothing, my modest wife fumbled for the hem of her skirt. But with her jiggling breasts already bare, covering her thighs was a half-hearted and feeble effort. And ignoring her breathy little gasps of protest, Marc quickly pressed Wendy backward onto the bed.

Like a netted butterfly swept from the blue of a tropical sky, my timid Wendy lay there twitching and quivering. One of his hands slipped under the back of her neck and he quickly clutched a fistful of long blonde hair. As if he'd trapped a beautiful pink and yellow butterfly, he held her pretty head pinned down against the bed sheet. Watching through the split in the curtain, I saw my blushing wife struggling to sit up, but his fist gripped her hair holding her down.

Ohhh Marc let go of my hair, you're scaring me. Ohhh let me sit up.

Marc released the grip on her hair and she struggled up onto her elbows, but with a steady hand on Wendy's shoulder, he pressed her firmly backward again. Suddenly she went limp and fell back. With a slight bounce, my wife's lovely head flopped back down against the bed and now I noticed her eyes, they were wide-open and staring straight up over his shoulder at the ceiling. Ohhhh my God theres another mirror up there. Ohhh Marc Im too embarrassed to do this. Ohhhh let me up

But he was leaning over my wife, his eyes fixed on her pretty face and I heard him murmur. Wen, have you ever looked into a mirror and watched yourself making love?

Ohhh god no

Would you like to Wendy? He pressed his face into the crook of my wife's neck. With his lips brushing against her warm skin, his voice lowered to barely a whisper. Wen would you like to look up into the mirror and watch us together see us naked see us making love?

She pleaded with her eyes I couldn't ohhh don't don't make me

It would be very exciting Wen to watch yourself with another man to look up over his shoulder and see a very pretty blonde wife up there in the mirror her arms clutched around the mans neck the white bottoms of her feet bouncing above his back. Wendy, can you imagine the thrill of seeing the girls big blues eyes staring back down and all the while, shes watching a pretty Kansas housewife making love with another man?

I don't know I love my husband Ohh God, I don't know

His fingers reached for the zipper of her rumpled skirt, but as my wife tried to roll onto her side, his hand quickly cupped over her hip bone and he held her firmly down on the satin bed cover. Wendy wiggled, her hips twisting her skirt riding up her parted thighs nearly to the white triangle of her panties. Now I realized the ceiling above the bed was also mirrored, but from behind the curtain the images were beyond my view.

And while Wendys frightened blue eyes were staring upward at the mirror, his eyes darted between my wife's bent knees. He lowered his head, allowing his eyes to roam up under the hemline of her wrinkled skirt and into the narrow space between her thighs. Wendy saw his eyes staring into the shadowy area between her knees quickly she clasped her bare thighs, closing off the view of her panty crotch. Then her eyes flicked toward the front of his pants, to the lump of his straining cock and the sound of her trembling voice drifted into my hiding place.

Ohh no Marc not under my skirt not my panties ohhh no, you shouldnt take my panties off or or take your penis out

Behind the curtain my feelings raged. Marcs hand settled onto her knee. His fingers slowly eased up under Wendy's loose skirt, onto the warm skin of her bare thighs fingertips grazing her skin inching toward the little pussy mound in the center of her white panty crotch. She pushed Marcs hand out from under her skirt and when I heard her little frightened gasp of breath, wide washes of adrenaline surged through my guts. Watching the nervous flutter of Wendy's eyelashes, listening to her whining little pleas, I wanted to scream.

We cant Marc we cant if I take my panties off, you'll you'll try to fuck me I know you will, she whined in a little scary voice. But even as Wendy was pinching her knees together and trying to hold her skirt down, I remembered the strict admonition of my hostess

And Marilyns words swirled through my consciousness I could almost hear her stern warning, Brad, your wife is a shy young girl and so its very likely you'll hear Wendy whimpering and pleading perhaps there'll even be some teary-eyed sobbing, but you must do nothing to stop Marc from taking her. Just peek through the crack while Marc gets your timid wife out of her clothes. After a struggle, Wendy will give-in and you can listen to the bed creaking watch them make love, but don't let the curtain move and dont make even the slightest sound!

But my fingers holding the curtain were shaking my guts churning. Marc was about to pull my wife's panties off and slide a long stiffened cock into her and I could feel the sweat gathering in my armpits and my jangled nerves crawling from the tension. With her hotly flushed face buried against the side of Marcs neck, my wife's muffled little pleas were barely reaching my straining ears. About to witness the raw sight of my timid wife being fucked by another man, the little achy feeling was crawling ever deeper into my stomach and kneeling on the floor, my toes were pinched and my knees had cramped.

Cautiously, heeding the warning of my hostess, I gently loosened my fingers and allowed the crack in the curtain to slowly close the slight movement went unnoticed. Easing silently away from the base of the curtain, I squatted helplessly next to the big empty chair. A minute or two passed as I leaned back against the chair and slipped my shoes off. I tossed my shoes aside and sat there listening while struggling to slow and control the raspy sound of my breathing.

In the darkness, my eyes drifted to a glimmer of white on the padded floor. Then I remembered it was the box of Kleenex tissues my hostess had placed next to the leg of the chair. On the other side of the curtain, Wendy was making soft moaning sounds and the urge to stroke my cock was growing ever stronger. Absently I reached out; the box was conveniently open and when my nervous fingers brushed across the tempting softness of a tissue, a warm pulsing rush of need rose up into my groin. I could feel the pulsing head of my cock straining pleasurably against the constriction of my pants. My fingers strayed from my belt buckle and toyed with my zipper tab. Another little whimper drifted through the curtain and I knew at the first sound of creaking bed springs, the humiliating need to unzip and relieve myself into a tissue was going to become impossible to resist

And a compelling urge came over me to get very close and try looking directly down onto my wife's pretty face to secretly stare right down into her eyes and unzip my pants and stroke my cock while another man made love to her. And having tumbled clear across the circular bed, I knew Wendys head was barely a foot away from the curvature of heavy drapery. But in the confinement of my darkened hiding place I was a trapped animal, only able to scuffle on my hands and knees along the curving base of the curtain.

Crawling silently along the padded floor, I paused at the sliver of light which I guessed to be closest to my wifes head. Separated only by the thickness of the curtain, our heads were now only inches apart. So close could hear Wendy breathing and the soft panting of her breath. But now I was a little hesitant to touch the curtain again. I was unsteady, my hands were trembling. I was in fear that she might be looking upward and see the tips of my shaking fingers or notice the curtain move. I imagined her jumping off the bed with a little squeal of fright and I thought, oh my God, how humiliating if my wife catches me hiding and spying on her.

And how would I ever explain this compulsion to witness my timid wife being fucked by another man and this groin tightening need to masturbate while watching his stiff cock sliding in-and out of her warm fertile belly and how could I ever admit that I'd conspired to place her into this compromising situation???

So for a few moments I squatted helplessly on the floor my eyes riveted on the enticing sliver of light, not daring to make a sound, not daring to part the curtain. Another minute passed and I couldn't see. I just listened while my jangled nerves screamed from the inaction. There was just the sound of feeble struggling, breathy exhalations and little simpering murmurs. We shouldn't be alone like this ohhh we shouldn't

I heard a slight sound of movement barely audible to my straining ears, a slight creak of the bed, then clearly, the duel thump thump of his shoes hitting the floor and again I felt the adrenaline rushing through my pumping heart. Then my wifes little pleading voice. It was a fearful voice, but one just quivering with excitement. Ohhh Marc this is too frightening ohh no, don't take your pants off

I'd heard his shoes fall to the floor and I began to wonder if he'd also dropped his pants maybe his cock was out of his pants maybe he already had his hands up under my wifes skirt tugging at her panties, getting ready to fuck her. Again I remembered Marilyns teasing description of Marcs cock and I began to fret about its length and the thickness of the swollen head. My mind was reeling. Behind the curtain another man with a lengthy stiff cock was preparing to fuck my wife and time became a meaningless concept I couldn't stand it any longer.

My hands were trembling, but I reached out to the vertical sliver of light and being very careful not to shake or move the curtain; I slowly inched the edges aside. Kneeling quietly on the padded floor, I leaned forward and cautiously brought my eye to the narrow opening. Able to hear my wife's soft murmurs, I strained to slow and conceal the sound of my own hoarse breathing and then I peered down into the watching room.

It seemed such a wild impossible dream she was still lying across the bed on her back with a cascade of long shimmering hair spilling over the side of the big curving bed. And I was staring straight down onto my pretty wifes blushing face. From my angle of view, I was looking right down onto the top of her blonde head and her forehead. And my wife was so near, I could even see the freckles on her pert little up-turned nose and the long dark eyelashes that hid her deep blue eyes.

My God it was stunning to be hidden and yet be so close to my wife's blushing face. I could have slipped my fingers through the curtain and actually touched her golden hair and if Wendy had tipped her head back even slightly, I would have been staring right down into her wide-open eyes.

The sordid thought the raw thrills were washing through my jangles nerves what was it going to feel like, to secretly stare right down into my wife's big blue eyes while shes being fucked by another man? Shivering with nervous excitement, I squatted on the floor of my hiding place, wondering how I was going to feel listening to her squeals and seeing close-up, the glistening excitement in her eyes, her knees bending back as Marc buries the thick pulsing head of his cock deep into her belly then seeing it gliding in and out the long length shinny and glistening with my wife's creamy fluids. The image of Wendy's pink cunt clasped around his long slippery cock sent quivering shivers up and down my spine.

And with my eye-ball centered on the sliver of light, I stared on through the split in the curtain. Propped up on one elbow, Marc still had his pants on, but he was still leaning over my wife, looking down at the exposure of her stunning breasts. I watched him lightly grasp Wendy's little dimpled chin and gently turn her blushing face. Her blue eyes opened wider, his lips neared then like the lowering of lacy curtains, her lashes shyly dropped and I watched his lips move toward hers. Oh I shouldn't, she murmured, but her pretty face turned up his lips brushed against hers. My wife's arms coiled up around his neck drawing him down against her bare breasts. His lips firmed against hers, with a long sigh her lips parted, the warm tip of her wet tongue searching for his.

And I watched as it continued, the squeezes and kisses, the fondling and feeling. I watched the hand on her hip move across the roundness of her naked belly and cup a plump tender breast, heard her sigh as he gently squeezed. My wife's pert pink nipple lay between the soft clasp of his thumb and forefinger. His lips barely brushed the textured tender nipple, then again, this time the tip of his tongue leaving a little wet streak across the pinkness of her areola

Her delicate fingers clenched into tight little fists and Wendy shuddered as the flat of his tongue began wiping a circular swath of warm saliva around the pink pucker of her nipple. There were soft simpering moans and little tiny tears squeezed out at the corners of her tightly closed eyes. Ohhhhhhh god ohhhhhhhhhh

Then, helpless to resist, her hands went limp. Yes, ohhh yes, touch me touch me there with your tongue

Her back arched shoulders shifting side-to-side, Wendy offered the pinkish nipples of her bare breasts and his lips parted, closing warmly over her left nipple, light suctioning pulls drew the puckered pinkness against the tingling touch of his warm suckling tongue. Yes ohhh yes, suck it, she whimpered softly, tossing her head side-to-side her hair spreading across the bedding like the unfurling of a golden fan. Suddenly, her head tipped back, dark lashes fluttered and from only inches away, now wide-open blue eyes seemed to be staring straight up at me. Instinctively I flinched and drew my eye slightly away from the split in the curtain.

But the simpering little moans continued. Cautiously I brought my eye back to the sliver of light his face was lifting away from the wet nipple of her breast and I watched them kiss again, long eye lashes fluttering, going starry-eyed pupils dilating and turning a deeper glassy blue. The kiss broke with gasping little breaths her lips stayed apart while his tongue trailed along the curve of her neck, back to her breasts. She was squirming, her shoulders shifting slightly as he suckled her left nipple.

The other, she moaned Ohhh my God ohhhhhh

Suddenly my wife's fingers clasped the back of Marcs neck; her fingers tangled into his dark hair as she urged his mouth from one puckered nipple to the other. Wendy's tender saliva-wetted nipples had tightened into pink points of sensation and I could hear the breathy gasps as the light suctioning pull of his lips sent shivering waves of excitement down through her tense belly muscles. Ohhhh ohhh, again and again she moaned.

Wendy whimpered in little sobbing breaths as his lips moved from her tender nipples and kissed downward along her bare stomach little nibbling bites and kisses around her dainty belly button little wet licks along the trail of downy blonde belly fuzz that disappeared under the waist of her skirt.

His hand eased slowly downward between her legs, feeling through the material of her skirt and panties, gently he cupped his fingers over the mound of her genitalia. Ohh no, she gasped even as her hips twisted about in squirmy little wiggles, but she clasped a restraining grip on his wrist. Ohhh Marc no we can't, not under my skirt again ohh not there

But Marc held the mound of her pussy cupped in his hand, massaging, feeling the crinkly hairs and soft flesh while trying to reach further between her closed thighs. He began to take little pinches of the fabric between his fingers, slowly scrunching the hemline of her skirt higher above her knees, halfway up her smooth sun-tanned thighs. Feeling the brush of fabric on her bare skin, my wife's bare toes began wiggling in excitement.

Wen you're so lovely, your bare breasts are just breathtaking lift your skirt, he whispered, let me see you more of you

Oh my God We shouldn't Marc we shouldn't

Just your panties lift your skirt so I can see your panties, let me touch inside your panties again.

Marc ohhh no I'm too scared, I've never

He paused, letting the back of his knuckles brush gently across her flaming cheek. Marc looked down into Wendy's wide blue eyes and I watched him slowly twining a few silky strands of my wife's long hair around his finger. The soft blonde strands were curled around his finger like the shinny gold of a wedding band. He lifted his finger and brushed the coil of honey-colored hair across his lips

Wen, he whispered softly Are you blonde down there?

I'm Im ohhh Marc, don't ask things like that ohhh my God

He smiled and let the tip of his tongue touch the coil of Wendy's golden hair I'll stop asking if you show me, he teased.

Only inches from my hiding place, my shivering wife lay there on her back; his saliva was glistening on the pink pucker of her nipples and her skirt was shucked up nearly to the white crotch of her panties. While Wendys face flamed with embarrassment, his eyes roamed from her exposed breasts to her dimpled bare knees and back.

If I do ohhh Marc, if I lift up my skirt and and let you look and feel under my panties, will you stop, when well, if I get too scared?

My little Kansas sweetheart, he whispered What happens will be only what we both want to happen.

You won't try to to fuck me? You promise?

Mmm humm, he murmur rather vaguely.

Holding my breath I stared through the curtain my shy wife settled her heels against the bed sheet, toes up-pointed, she drew her heels back a little toward her bottom and the hem-line of her skirt slipped over her bare knees Nervously, Wendy turned her blushing face away from Marcs watching eyes. I waited, my heart thumping, my fists clenched as my lovely shy wife fumbled nervously with the bottom of her skirt.

Big sky-blue eyes were staring nervously up at Marc. With her pretty face, hotly flushed, my wife slowly lifted her skirt nearly up to the white vee of her panty crotch. Show me Wen, show me the crotch of your panties, he whispered.

Ohhh god, she moaned. But you cant unzip your pants I'll be too scared if you take your penis out Ohhh Marc, Ive never fucked with another man

But a moment later, one bent knee drifted a bit from the other and soft rose-colored light slanted into space between her thighs the blush on her pretty face deepened, long dark eye-lashes fluttered and slowly lowered against her flaming cheeks and then my hot-faced wife lifted her feet and spread her knees

And it was there, right before Marcs staring eyes, a little raised pouch in the center of my wife's thin panty crotch along the edges, curly wisps of bronze colored pussy hairs lay in contrast to the white skin in the crease of her groin.

I watched his hand ease slowly along the smooth skin of Wendy's inner thigh his fingertips tracing along the elastic edge of her panty crotch brushing over the little wisps of stray pubic hairs. Dampness had soaked through where the crease in her panty crotch had tucked into the long split of her cunt.

Marc trailed a finger along the vertical indent in the crotch of Wendy's white cotton panties up to her tender clit and back he pressed where the soft cotton narrowed into the crease of her buttocks and moisture seeped through the panty fabric wetting the tip of his finger

His wet fingertip slipped under the elastic into the tangle of warm damp pussy hairs. Wendy's belly muscles tightened, her eyes glanced nervously at the front of Marcs pants his cock was straining upward tenting the front of his pants.

Remember you promised, she whispered in a little scary voice.

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To be continued in (Chapter 7)
B.W.B.


ch 7 partial

It has been told to me that Bertram has los the original through a computer crash.
This has been send to me once:


An excerpt from chapter 7

Again his lips began at her panty waist, again wetting the skin of her naked belly with his warm wet tongue fingers easing slightly under the elastic licking lower and lower toward the curly ridge of her pubic hairs.
Pull your panties down come on Wen, just a little

Feeling his warm slippery tongue on her bare skin, I saw her growing weaker her trembling fingers reaching down and bit-by-bit stretching down the elastic waist of her panties. I watched my wife's panty waist slipping lower and lower on her sweetly tanned belly. His tongue licked along the skin of her bare belly, across the bikini tan line, onto the whiter skin, wetting the soft downy belly fuzz, licking closer and closer to the thicker ash blonde curls of pussy hair.

My little sweetheart, this won't hurt lets slip your panties down just a little more.
With a pitiful little whimper, Wendy wiggled her hips and lowered the elastic waist of her panties another inch and his nose and tongue drifted into the fragrance of my wife's pussy curls then gradually lower the tip of his wet tongue searching through the thin hair for the top of her vaginal crack.

Ohhh Marc we can't we can't.
But in the same breath, her legs went loose, knees bending back as he eased over and settled his face between her spread thighs. Now both the silky soft skin of her inner thighs and the crotch of her white cotton panties were open to the invasion of his tongue. From my hiding place I watched his cheek graze teasingly along one inner thigh and then the other, his lips feeling the soft silky warm skin as the faint scent of female genitalia drifted up into his nostrils.

Soon his face was buried into fragrance of Wendys panty crotch, his nose and lips burrowing into the raised mound of hair and labial folds. And my wife was totally lost, shivering and squirming her hips as his warm tongue traced the elastic of her panty leg wetting the little stray hairs in the crease of her groin. The heady female scent rose from the humid crotch of her panties and from between her knees he looked up at Wens pretty face.

Wendy, slip your panties off for me.
Ohhh don't don't make me
Just slip your pants off let me touch you there with my tongue.
Ohhh I

Wen would you like to feel that my tongue on your tender little clit? My shy little sweetheart, would you like to take that memory back home to your little town in Kansas?
She looked shyly down between her open knees, across the white of her panty crotch and into his eyes.
Oh yesssss, but my husband, she gasped Ohhh God, he must be worrying he'll be frantic.

At that moment she thought of me and I felt so guilty, felt so much love for my wife. Lying stretched across the bed, her lovely blonde head was still right close to the curtain and through a narrow crack and I was looking right down onto her pretty face. She could feel his slippery warm tongue wetting the little stray hairs along the edge of her panty crotch. Thoughts of slipping out of her panties, thoughts of his warm tongue on her clitoris, must have been swirling about in her mind and the excitement was simply glistening in her eyes. But I saw one hand reach up and cover those deep blue eyes in shame.

Does your husband give you orgasms with his tongue?
Yessss, sometimes and
And you love it don't you? he murmured You love it my sweet girl, the feeling of a warm mouth and tongue.
Ohhh yes I love it and Ohhhh God it makes me cumm so hard.
Then it will be a lovely memory for both of us, he whispered...

Lets press back the little cover of skin and bare your little tender clitoris and I'll wipe it my tongue until you cumm once, twice maybe more, until you're weak and exhausted
Yessss, but but after that ohhhh Marc we shouldn't do more I shouldn't let you really fuck me
We'll see little girl we'll see

A tense moment passed, glancing across into the mirror, I waited, my muscles tight with anticipation, her knees were apart and I watched his eyes fixated on the narrow crotch of my wife's soft cotton panties. The hand covering her shameful eyes slowly lowered and it eased down between her open thighs. The index finger of her right hand was trembling with excitement and it settled against the left leg of her white panty crotch. Her fingertip eased up and down along the elastic edge, brushing along the little feathery fringe of escaping hair.

Wendy hesitated then slowly, bending at the first knuckle, her finger slipped under the crotch of her panties and with a little twist of hips, she loosened the elastic. And somewhere in that swirl of mindless space between her open knees their eyes met
Ohhh Marc I will but, ohhh I shouldn't I shouldn't really be doing this

Quickly his eyes flicked down as a second finger hooked deeper under the elastic of her panty leg and he could see just the edge of her left labia and curls of thicker pussy hair tangled around her knuckles. He looked back up into her blue eyes
Do it my sweet Wen, lift the crotch asidelet me see inside your panties, he whispered.

Listening watching, my belly knotted my God is she really going to?
Ohh Marc, this is so crazy.
But her feet lifted, pearly toes pointed up, and after another slight hesitation, the fingers of her right hand tugged sideways at the crotch of her white panties the rounded surface of a labial fold, then more tangled curly tuffs met his eyes. Quickly his mouth was there, wetting the edge of her finger as the tip of his tongue slipped into the exposed curls of wheat coloured pussy hairs

Moaning, making little pleading sounds in her throat, Wendy slowly stretched the elastic of her panty crotch fully aside and his tongue followed, wiping the thin blondish hairs with his wet tongue, across the nearest plump fold of labia the tip wiggling through the tangled wisps of hair and dipping into the fragrant pink crease of her cunt.
Marc Ohhhhhh Marc.

Gasps and little breathy whimpers drifted through the curtain. And while her right hand held her panty crotch aside, the left eased down into her groin, her fingertips slipping into the dark blonde pussy hairs, pulling sideways, opening herself and exposing the gleaming pink inner folds.

From inches away I looked across my wife's bare belly and watched his face nuzzling into tickling softness of her pubic hair, his tongue wiping along the pink crease across the nerve filled button of her clitoris. Wendy parted herself with her fingers and held the pink folds of her pussy apart her fingertips pressed back, drawing the protective foreskin from the tip of her clitoris. The darker pink little nubbin of nerves stood out from its sheltering cover of thin skin and he circled it with his tongue, absorbing the delicate taste of my wife's body. Loins up-tilted giving herself to the madness of his warm tongue, she lay there shivering, holding her clitoral foreskin tightly back as he sucked the tip of her swollen clitoris between his lips.

Wendy gave a startled half-strangled shriek and her hips rocked an upturning undulation of hip and buttock muscles as she held her panty crotch aside and rubbed her loins against his face. He held her tightly, his hands clasping under her twisting buttocks while glistening folds of pink flesh and curly pubic hairs rubbed against his nose his lips against his probing tongue.

While my wife held her panty crotch aside, creamy fluids had wet the elastic leg band and trailed down between her buttocks and I could see his finger sneaking along the edge of the crotch panel and sliding smoothly and easily through the slipperiness between the clasp of her ass-cheeks. The tip of his finger followed the glistening trail of slipperiness upward toward the button of her dainty little anus, he paused against the brownish pink indent and Wendy gasped, sucking in a quick deep breath of protest
Don't don't don't, her quivery voice trailed off in a weak gasping plea.

The taste of my sweet Wendy lingered on his tongue, the delicate scent of her vagina wafted upward from the spread of her warm loins and under the tight button of Wendy's mucus smeared anus, he could feel the intriguing inner warmth of my lovely wife's body and his fingertip lingered, pressing lightly, spreading the slippery mucus of her vagina in little glistening circles around the tight little anal pucker.

Wendy gasped and whined and I saw her belly muscles go tight. She clenched her toes and kicked her feet and I clutched the side of the curtain till my knuckles turned white.
Don't Marc not there ohhh no I've never

My wife whimpered and squirmed and his middle finger eased away from the little indent and onto the perineum of anal muscle and now only a slippery inch of thin hair-less skin separated his fingertip from the soft opening of my wife's vagina. He slid his fingertip up along the connecting strip of skin and paused at the tightly clasped rim of pink flesh that so sweetly sealed the opening into her body.

Under the ball of his finger the splendour my wife's vaginal opening lay moist and vulnerable and he touched gently just lightly rubbing the ball of his finger around the snug pink seal, spreading the thin mucus onto the surrounding thin peach-fuzz of pubic hair. He paused and let just the very tip of his finger settle into the precious little clutch of pink. I saw Wendy's gluey fluids welling up over his fingernail.

He lifted his finger the nail was shinny creamy fluids covered the nail and gathered around the thin half-moon recess of his cuticle. Snugly closed, it was like pressing a finger against the drawstring of a little pink purse and when his finger lifted the purse string had slightly loosened and a little tiny opening appeared.

Easing past the tiny opening, his slippery finger moved higher parting sticky inner folds and a tangled crisscross of blondish pussy hairs. Sliding slowly along the bottom of the deep pink furrow, his fingertip washed a glistening little sluice of fluids up toward the peal of her clitoris. Gently Marcs fingertip bumped against the slightly flattened underside of Wendys aroused clit. She whimpered. Fractionally, he eased back, lifted his finger and began wiping the smear of fluids just around the edges of Wendy's tender little button of nerves. I could see her beginning to shudder. The little pea sized nubbin stiffened and lifted outward from its pink folds. Skilfully, gently, barely brushing the surface, he smeared her creamy fluids around and around her clit she wailed and cried. belly muscles tightening into a quivering ridge.

Marc Marc ohh you're driving me crazy ohhhh ohhhhhhhhh.
While my gasping wife caught a breath, he wet his finger, adding his saliva to the sheen of gathered fluids. Like a master artist, their fluids the paint, his finger the brush, he painted the tender pearl of Wendy's clit with gentle brush strokes, smearing their body fluids over and around the taut nubbin of nerves until it stood firm and quivering in the soft light.

My sweet little Wendy, he whispered Cumm for me my sweet girl cumm on my finger.
He began wiping across Wendy's clit with an upward stroke, slightly skinning back the cover of thin foreskin. Centering the ball of his finger he pressed gently and the little oily button slipped out from under his finger he searched through the clasping pink folds finding it and beginning to press side-to-side in a gentle rhythmic movement. Wailing shirking cries she shivered and shook and up-turned her loins

And while she shivered and tucked her heels back against her naked bottom, he bent his finger pressing lightly and slowly drawing it back down along slippery pink groove until his fingertip caught on the soft little opening into her vagina. He lowered his finger again pressing a little deeper the silky warm gooeyness closed over the first knuckle and he paused
There right there, my little sweetheart?
Yesssss ohhhhhh yes there push your finger in meeeee
It was a crying sobbing whimper as her blonde head thrashed about on the pillow.

Wendy's hands flashed up from between her legs and quickly clenched in his hair. As her sharp nails cut into his scalp Marc turned his hand palm-up and smoothly buried the full length of his wiggling finger into my wife's vagina curving it upward through the clasp of slippery skin, probing up under her pubic bone for that magical spot. Her head tossed back the muscles in her neck flushed and went rigid
The deep raspy groan welled up out of her throat.
Fuck me with your finger Ohhhh do it Marc do it

He fingered her one or two quick strokes, she moaned again, fucking her with his middle finger, two or three more strokes with a soft squishy sound, his glistening finger slipped in and out of the sheath of warm slippery flesh Under her buttocks, a little damp spot was gathering on the bed sheet.
Her toes curled and a long wailing cry skittered through the curtain

Shimmering lengths of blonde hair whipped across the bed sheet as the deeply imbedded finger compelled her first orgasm with another man. Her pelvic muscles stiffened and quivered vaginal contractions gripped in a slippery clasp of pink skin around the length of Marcs finger as the unrestrained fury of orgasm rippled through her straining belly.

More to follow......