The Making of Mindy

A wife-watching tale,

By: Bertram W. Bronson

bwbinca@hotmail.com

Part (1)

Virgin brides Yes, in todays liberal world, theyre sparser than pink flamingos grazing on a Minnesota wheat field. But kidding aside, really there are quite a few. So do you ever wonder about them those sweet little wives whove never fully experienced the intimate touch of another man? Do you suppose an occasional smidgen of regret sneaks into their secret thoughts?

Well, I've wondered about those blushing virgin brides, they go to the altar intact and all dressed in flowing white. And then theres the sweet girl who shares breathless backseat kisses and eventually loses her precious hymen to her high school sweetheart. His heartfelt promise dries her tears, soon theres a gold band on her finger and she never leaves the security of her marriage bed.

So does planet Earth inhabit such a bride or virgin sweetheart, a delightfully shy little creature, who a year or two into her marriage, didnt imagine what it would feel like to be taken to bed by another man? Maybe just to sample the strange new urges in her loins, or satisfy a long-held secret curiosity

No I don't mean a sordid love affair perhaps just a one-time, on-her-back tumble in the middle of hubbys bed. Being frivolously tossed onto their bed with hubby watching would bring a shameful hot flush to her pretty face. The anxious hubby would hear little nervous squeaks while another man yanks his wife's panties over her wiggling toes and tosses up her skirt. The bed will creak; she'll sob and whimper and theyll be left with erotic memories to savor within their marriage, images that will linger in both their minds until well, forever

Well, I think that curious virgin bride was my shy wife Mindy!

And of course, like me, many men who marry virgin sweethearts also wonder how it would feel to let that groin-tightening occurrence take place. Just lead her, hot-faced and blushing, to the side of another mans bed, then sit by with a thumping heart while he tumbles the embarrassed little darling onto her back and guides her through that delicious experience. Yes, as it has in yours, many times its played out in my mind the image of my Mindy with her panties tossed onto the floor and her loose skirt shucked up to her waist

And over time, in little baby steps, I've drawn my high-school sweetheart into the midst of my crazy imagination. Whispering pillow talks have unearthed her subconscious curiosity and the intrigue to experience another man has gradually surfaced. Mindy loves the bedtime fantasy, gets quite reluctant to bring about a reality, but in the depth of those ocean-blue eyes lurks a glimmering intrigue for the right man, for an opportune place in time.

Ours is a young, but strong marriage, a bond tightly interwoven with the threads of love and honesty. So after a couple years the little titillating urge was there to experiment with our fantasies, to just dabble with the thrills and test the upheaval of emotion in the pits of our stomachs. We were like the proverbial moths flitting around the burning candle, intrigued with the heat and hoping not to be burned.

Many nights while making love in the shelter of our bed, we talked in husky whispers, playing out the fantasy of Mindy with another guy between her legs. Wed dim the bed lamp and play those whispered little games that couples play under the blankets, Mindy sliding closer to me in the bed, making room for an imaginary man to ease under the covers next to her and softly she whispers

Move over a little darling

Darling a little more, so I can spread my legs for him.

Ohhh Tommy, his penis is pressing against my stomach ohh, its very warm and stiff.

Her words grow more breathy and she begins to squirm and twist her hips. My lips touching hers become his. Under the bed covers, her lifted knees spread and he fills the space between her open legs. As he settles between her thighs, my wife's up-pointed toes tent the blanket and theres a sudden gasp of breath

I feel it ohhh Tommy hes pushing his penis in meeeee

And I hold my whimpering wife's hand as he fucks her a long sensual bed-creaking experience while she whimpers in my ear

Ohhh darling hes in me so deep. Ohhh his penis is long. Ohhhhhh

Oh Tommy, hes going to cumm in me. Ohhh darling are you going to let him cumm in meeee ohhhhhhh.

Her voice is breathy and I imagine its really happening, another man inside my wife, the swelling length his cock hunching fully into her, her dainty feet lifting over his back and her strangled cry of completion just as her blue eyes roll back.

So as we play this fantasy, many nights its his stiffened cock that brings her to those crying belly-quivering orgasms his spastic spurts of sperm that trickle down between the cheeks of her wiggling buttocks. And after its over

Ohh darling, she pants in exhaustion That was so exciting.

Was it nice the feeling of his long stiff prick?

Uh-huh I I loved the feeling of his long stiff penis I loved how he did it to me

Did he cumm in you?

Mmm humm as she reaches for a tissue.

Mindy, I whisper. Lets really try it some day really with a nice couple or just another guy

 just another guy?

Uh-huh would you like to try that?

Tucking a tissue between her thighs, she rests her head back against the pillow, and after a long thoughtful pause. Ohhh Tommy, I don't know, maybe maybe someday

So from time-to-time we played with pillow fantasies, her thinking it will never happen, me wondering if it might. So what follows is the story of Mindy the heart thumping story of a sweet shy wife taken to bed by another man. Its a love story of curiosity and timid surrender, of blue eyes brimming with tears and a marriage bound ever more tightly

I've called it The Making of Mindy.

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To be continued in part (2)

The Making of Mindy,

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Part (2)

As I think back on that warm summer night I know we were primed to test the water ready to move from pillow fantasy and edge just a little closer to the scary world of reality.

And it was unplanned and out of nowhere an invitation to what appeared to be an impromptu party up in the hills of San Francisco, but couples only. The phrase couples only was like waving a red flag at us. Wed heard all the whispered rumors of wife-swapping and key parties around our upper-class neighborhood. Those week-end parties where it was My wife for Yours and vise versa, but what was office rumor and gossip and what was real?

The invite was verbal and came from an older exec on San-Com-Tecs sales staff where Im working my way up the ladder. At first, I wondered about the invitation. I'm still on the lower rungs of the corporate ladder, so why invite me why us? And then in an instant, I realized, if office rumors were true, the invitation might be because of Mindy he'd seen my luscious little wife stopping by the office, her pretty blonde head bobbing past his door. I'd seen the appreciative looks of fellow workers, the sly glances at Mindys curvy ass, at her trim ankles and the intriguing swish of her skirt. The realization left me with a strange feeling and of course, little nervous twitches of anticipation, but of course, nothing was really going to happen well at least, not all the way.

Saturday evening came in our bedroom, my lovely Mindy sat in her bra and panties and fussed with her hair. I watched the hair brush run through her long blonde hair, with arms raised, the mirror reflected the youthful beauty of her bra covered breasts and freshly shaven underarms. I stared at her firm breasts, at their slight shifting movements and the faint coloration of pink nipples under the fabric. My admiring eyes watched the swelling curve of her panty-clad buttocks as she brushed her hair. The strap of her bra was white across the smooth skin of her tanned back. My eyes drifted downward along her spine to the crack of her lovely round ass my God I thought could I really let some guy?

Mindy sweetie, its getting late.

Mmmm okay honey.

My little virgin bride stood, bare-footed, a slight shift of lovely firm breasts as she moved toward her closet on those long smoothly tanned legs little tuffs of straw-blonde pubic curl formed a soft puffy mound in the crotch of her panties my God, she looked lovely, so deliciously pure.

Mindy rummaged around and finally slipped into something pretty, she turned her back to me and with a well practiced toss of her head, swept the shimmer of golden hair from the back of her neck, zip me, she said. I lightly kissed the side of her exposed neck and trailed my fingers up along her bare spine; just barely grazing the warm smooth skin she shivered goose-flesh prickled so deliciously along her spine. Tommy, she gasped, you you know what that does to me. Are you trying to start something?

But I ran the zipper up her back and then Mindy turned, facing me, arms at her side. And there, standing before me was the quintessential little blonde angel, albeit one with hotly-flushed cheeks. Oh my God, I just wanted to toss her down on the bed and lick every inch of her silky smooth skin.

Tommy Im ready, my little angel purred in that sweet soft voice. Darling do I look all right?

Come on you little minx, lets go before God snatches you back up to heaven.

In the car, we were nervous, nothing will happen we assured each other, but we were ready to tease ourselves and dabble into the unknown. We'll just check it out, just for the thrill, I said. A little dancing, maybe let some guy sneak a few kisses?

But but, not do anything I mean, not really swap with another couple, she mumbled. I'm, well not really sure I can do that, for real

We turned up into the foothills. Far below, the twinkling city lights began to fade. Tommy, do you think well, that some guy will try to kiss me?

Would you like that if hes a nice handsome guy?

Mmmm, I think so if hes, well gentle and really nice

Three miles passed, Tommy, will you mind if if I really kiss some nice guy?

I didnt answer, just reached over and rested my hand on her smooth knee. Mindy leaned her head against my shoulder. Then I murmured, Mindy, I think I'd like to see that happen, see some clean-cut man kissing you. I'd like to see you blush while he holds you tight and gives you a deep warm kiss. She drew a soft breath and nuzzled against my shoulder, I felt her legs loosen a bit and my fingers edged up under her skirt, up between her thighs were it was warm and humid. Her right knee lifted ever so slightly and eased a little away from the other. I slipped my hand higher up between the silky warmth of her inner thighs and pressed my fingertips against her panty crotch she shivered.

What if he wants to touch me? Ohhh Tommy, what if

I felt her pubis tip just that slight up shift of buttocks and spine as she pressed her panty crotch up against my fingertips. We drove another mile with my fingers cupped over the warm little mound of her pussy. In her mind it was probably that nice guy touching her him feeling the crinkly little puff of pubic hair under the thin crotch of her panties. I glanced quickly aside, Mindys head was leaned back, eyes closed. I'd found the tender button of her clitoris with my fingertip, the stretch of road was a little bumpy and the car seat was vibrating slightly under her buttocks. With a little gasp she pushed my hand out from under her skirt

Tommy, don't stop touching or, ohh God, I'll have an an orgasm.

So Mindy was scared and excited, just a warm delicious bundle of nerves as we wound our way up into the San Francisco hills. Three times we took wrong turns, but finally found our way to the couples plush home. It was prestigious; two story stone-faced, surrounded by tall Monterey pines on a winding dead-end lane high above the bay. My car lights swung onto a high-walled gated entry.

Oh Jeezzz, seems to be Mindys most common expression and she gasped at the comparison to our newlyweds modest one-bedroom apartment. The place was really up-scale even by bay-area standards, three different wings, the architectural landscaping all lit, expensive cars and limos all over the driveway and parking area. We paused, our older car idling at the ornate gated entrance. A security guard glanced at Mindys pretty blonde head, and with a look of envy, pressed a button and the heavy iron gate rolled slowly back. The guard leaned down and smiled at Mindy, he tipped his hat and we drove on through the wide stone archway.

My God, its a mansion it must have cost billions of zillions, she murmured.

Well, Im a young cocky guy, darn good at what I do and I was beginning to feel a little put down. Honey, I said, give me five or six more years Ill build one for you, high on a hill, with blue sky and white puffy clouds. Her wifely antenna picked up my tone. A serious look came over her pretty face. She squeezed my arm until my eyes met hers. Sweetheart, she murmured very softly, if we move into in a cardboard shack Ill still love you forever.

That said, and with my eyes a bit misty with emotion, I squeezed my three-year-old Ford between two new Mercedes. We stood for several minutes leaning against the car, looking down at the city, holding each other, lost in thought. Mindy was leaning back against me, her head rested under my chin, her curvy butt warm against my stomach. My arms slipped around her, one hand on her stomach, the other cupped under the soft swell of her left breast. The scent of her hair, the warm aroma of a lovely young woman drifted up into my nostrils. I pressed my face into her long golden hair and slowly drew a deep thoughtful breath

I held that breath, holding the sweet scent of Mindy deep within me until I felt light-headed, and I thought could I ever give this precious gift from the Gods to another man a man who would kiss her and fondle her and fuck her?

It was only a few minutes, but it seemed I held Mindy against me for the longest time. As I think back at those moments, maybe some inner instinct was telling me to hold her precious innocence in my arms for one last time. We lingered indecisively, just staring up at the heavens above. The night was warm; the black California sky a litter of shinning stars, way below the twinkle of city lights seemed part of some other world. Crickets were chirping, the cooling car engine made little pinging sounds and dance music drifted across the broad spread of green manicured lawn.

Sweetie, shall we? I finally murmured.

She held back for a moment, turning in my arms. Tommy, I love you so much. Holding each other under the shimmering galaxy of stars had brought about a more pensive somber mood.

Tommy, before we go in there

Well I want you to know how much I love you.

What was Mindy trying to say? My wife's tone of voice, the choosing of her words sent a little shiver up my spine. Among the wondrous mysteries of this world are women and I wondered if she was feeling something in that special place where only women feel feeling things that past unnoticed by simple-minded husbands. I wondered if some primal female instinct was warning her that somewhere in the expanse of that luxurious mansion that special right guy might be waiting hes handsome, hes gentle and this is the time the place the opportunity.

Swallowing back a taste of apprehension, I tried to lighten to mood, Ahh come on Min itll be fun.

The trace of apprehension still lingered in my stomach; but I took Mindys hand and tried to shift into a more frivolous mood. Like teenagers on a date, I swung her hand back and forth between us and we laughed as we started strolling toward the elegant front entry. Come on Mindy, lets just enjoy the party and have a little fun.

It was like I'd thrown a switch, she began to giggle and tease. Oh wait, she stopped part way up the curving stone paved walkway. Tommy, you give me those car keys! she demanded with kind of a smirking grin.

Mindy, you silly little shit, I said, you know I have no intention of But I handed over the keys and with a giggle she zipped them in her purse. Youre not really going to trade me off, she giggled.

Ah-ha So dont you want to see what its like to screw another guy, I teased. My face pressed against the side of her neck making her squirm and giggle. You might like it! I whispered.

Tommy, thats crude and thats still just a bedtime fantasy! she said in a more serious voice. And I'm nervous and really really scared, so you stop it or I wont even go in.

So she was scared, but under the fright lay a bubbling caldron of excitement. I remembered cupping my fingers over her pussy as we drove the way she lifted her hips the feeling of the little mound of humid warmth under her panty crotch. Shed been just a few wiggles away from cumming in her pants and I could only wonder what the next few hours would bring.

But I said, relax darling, any wife-swapping is certainly optional and it probably doesnt even happen anyway. Its likely just more stupid office rumor and gossip.

Well okay Tommy but if its not just rumor, well we can play with the fantasy a little and maybe, well, if I dance with a nice guy maybe I'll let him kiss me but but I don't want anything toto really happen.

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Well it did turn out to be kind of a semi-planned swapping thing where the wives drew car keys out of a bowl or invented some other pretext to make love with each others husbands. There were thirteen couples and we made fourteen. The group was classy, a slightly older host couple, but mostly young executives showing off their pretty wives. The drinks flowed freely. There was a catered buffet, music and dancing. The crowd was loose and friendly and there was a really select choice of young married females all fine high-breasted little creatures, however, I had no intention of actually trading my lovely Mindy for any of it. Swapping or watching Mindy with another man was a fantasy that made us both hot in bed but really? No I didnt expect her to let it happen.

But as I did expect, several handsome guys asked Mindy to dance and I watched them swirling with the music, holding her close, hands cupping her slender waist her lower back, saw their fingers edging cautiously downward and settling against the upper swell of her curvy rump. Eventually someone dimmed the lighting and the music was, by deliberation, now mostly slow romantic numbers; the dancing groin to groin.

My wife seemed to enjoy dancing with one particular guy, a mid-level exec that Id seen around San-Com-Tecs computer division. With her inhibitions loosened by several drinks, she began to lay her pretty head against his shoulder. I noticed how he held her breasts against his chest and brushed his lips across the top of her blonde head. Mindy was loving the attention and coming back to me each time with a flush on her cheeks. On one or two other occasions Id watched her dancing with other men, but tonight, seeing her in the arms of this attractive guy sent a different message. Knowing what he wanted, seeing Mindys loins pressed against his and watching him sneaking feels of her ass was exciting in a way that I had imagined, but never experienced.

So you got your cute ass pinched I teased.

Stop it now, she scolded. We were just dancing well, a little close.

Mmmm is that why your cheeks are so flush?

Tommy stop teasing you're being silly.

But I could sense the growing tension and the excitement building up in both of us. Later in the evening Mindy sat with me cuddling on a small sofa and we watched some of the key drawing and pairing off. We noted the subtle wife/husband whispering, saw the parting kisses on the cheek as, one by one, the first three blushing wives were quietly led toward the upper part of the house by other men.

But one giggly little brunette seemed like she was teasing and changing her mind and the husband whose key she had drawn laughingly scooped her up and started to carry her toward the bedroom area. His arm swept under her knees and as he quickly spun her around, gravity had its way and the back of her short dress dropped down. She was wearing thin almost translucent panties a warm sensation hit me hit me hard in the groin. Even in the shadowy light under her dress, both her round butt and the tapering wedge of white panty crotch between her cheeks were momentarily exposed.

Mindys hand nervously squeezed my arm. Oh my God Tommy, should we leave now? But I was entranced by the knowledge that this cute little brunette wife was about to actually get laid by another guy. Embarrassed and giggling, she seemed barely out of her teens. Yeah, well leave in just a little while, I said, wishing that I could follow and watch it happen to her. The hit in my groin had swollen into a dull ache.

He carried the little brunette across the room and it gave me kind of an exciting feeling to see the normally forbidden view under this married girls dress and see how the underside of her panty crotch had snuggled up between her ass cheeks. Her husband was watching and she was kicking her feet and squeaking and squealing in mock protest. But we heard her throaty giggles as the guy carried her in the direction of the sofa where we were sitting.

As he carried her pass me, I made eye contact with a pair of deep brown eyes. She was really cute and blushing and I sensed an eager excitement in her eyes. The back of her dress was still hanging below her hind-end, and from about three feet away, I saw her exposed ass in amazing detail, bikini tan lines, the puffy outline of her sex and a dark hint of stray hair curling along the vee shaped edges of thin white panties. I wondered if this was her first time from the blush on her face, it probably was. But just as they disappeared through an ornate archway we noticed the mock struggling stop and her hot face press against his neck. The guy was clearly going to fuck her and just the thought of it happening like that sent a strange warm feeling through my groin. And Mindy nervously watched it all with her lips parted and her nails cutting into the back of my wrist. Her face was hotly flushed and I could only wonder where her mind was going.

Tommy, she whispered in a little quivery voice. This is giving me strange scary feelings

Exciting feelings?

She lowered suddenly sheepish eyes and toyed idly with the hem of her skirt. Mmmm, sort of well exciting feelings and

And I began to have purulent second thoughts about swapping and wondered what it would be like to bed something like that cute little brunette while some other guy took Mindy. I leaned my head back, eyes closed and one of my secret visions drifted through my mind. An image of my wife Mindy with her panties off a guy with a long stiff cock moving between her spread thighs. Wow could I really handle that I wondered as I felt my penis crowding the confines of my pants.

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To be continued in part (3)

The Making of Mindy

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Part (3)

Tommy do you think, well maybe we should go home now?

But intrigued by the happenings around us, I stalled. Mindy, were fine here for a while, nobodys pressing us to swap, lets hang around for while.

Mmmm, well okay for a while.

As the party moved on, the real shy ones were still dancing, but gradually two more gave in to the kissing and petting and gradually paired off. I still couldnt help wondering what it would feel like to have Mindy taken away from me by another man and a little glow of excitement was steadily building. Of course, from time to time it had been our lovemaking fantasy, but the odds of Mindy actually screwing another guy were less the Amazon River freezing over or so I thought.

We were whispering to each other and Mindy was tugging her skirt down, keeping her knees together and averting her eyes and blushing when any of the husbands looked our way. My wife is a lovely little green-eyed darling and the party happened to be taking place just two days before her twenty-second birthday. Mindys a living, breathing echo of her mothers Scandinavian blonde beauty, the high cheekbones and bee-stung lips. She dresses conservatively, but to her ongoing embarrassment, her full round ass and thrusty breasts always draw admiring male glances.

And tonight she was getting a lot of very appreciative, and because of the nature of the gathering, many speculative glances. During the evening, a couple of the older husbands from my office had sniffed around and introduced themselves, hoping they might later get a chance to get her onto a bed.

Yes several couples were glancing our way, the guys looking appreciatively at Mindy. I was proud of her and of course, very much in love with her, but after a while, I teasingly whispered to her. Want to wife switch, maybe we should give it a try?

She gave me a very long quiet look, trying to determine if I was kidding, dont be silly, she murmured. That crazy fantasy should stay between our bed sheets well at least for now.

But wouldnt you like to try moving beyond the fantasy fuck with a different guy, see what it would really feel like? I teasingly whispered in her ear.

Mindy usually doesnt use the infamous F word, but tonight she playfully slapped my cheek and whispered back, Darling, fucking with you is all I need.

You sure, I teased.

Mmmm hum, but when we get back home Her face blushed, I'm really going to feel like fuc well doing that

When my shy wife says the word its usually during a crying argument or in the heat of lovemaking. But tonight, while we cuddled, she was teasingly nibbling the side of my neck and I realized the situation and the looks she was getting were making us both a little hot.

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About an hour later, the pretty brunette who was carried giggling out of the room came back and stood near her husbands chair. He seemed a little tense over what had just happened and she, a little hot-faced. He handed his drink to her and she thirstily swallowed it while he leaned his head against her hip. With her back to us, I could see the back-side her dress was rumpled and wrinkled. A little embarrassed, she glanced at me over her shoulder and I remembered the deep brown eyes and my unexpected glimpse of white panties and pubic hair under her dress. God it was exciting. And because she was so young and pretty, there was something strangely erotic about knowing that she had just finished screwing another guy.

Jeez, Mindy whispered, you can tell that she that she just did it

Her hair was a bit tangled, like she had thrashed around on a pillow. She sat on her husbands lap and they hugged. Her face was flushed no lipstick left her eyes bright and shining with a deep light of something newly discovered. Yeah, I said, she must have really done it, see how flush her face is!

Jeezzz, Mindy whispered. How do you think her husband is feeling? I mean thats his wife who just just did that? I didnt know what he was feeling, but I was feeling a swelling in my groin and it wasnt even my wife that had just returned with the crotch of her panties wet!

It must be exciting for him, well, for both of them, I added, with an emphasis on both.

Mmmm I I suppose so my wife murmured. A little inquisitive expression crossed her face. Her lips parted. She looked at me as if to ask a question, but then she blushed and looked away.

Mindy, what are you thinking?

Well just wondering, wondering how you'd really feel if you saw me like that I mean after, when I was rumpled and hot-faced like that dark-haired girl?

Min what if I told you it would excite me?

There was no reply, just a long pensive moment while she squeezed my hand and stared into my eyes. Of course we didnt really think anything would happen that first time, but as I stared back into her eyes I seemed to hear a little voice in my head a little pillow talk whisper and it said: Oh Tommy move over a little, make room for him in the bed

Mindy, I whispered, are you thinking about it the pillow games we play?

Mmmm kind of

Would you like to really?

Mmmm, well maybe

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To be continued in part (4)

The Making of Mindy

By: Bertram w. Bronson

Part (4)

So in the bedrooms above our heads, pretty wives were being screwed by other men and we sat holding hands, each wondering as to the thoughts of the other. Sudden there was a movement at our side and the stability of our entire world shifted

The young good-looking guy who had been dancing with Mindy came over and perched one hip on the arm of the sofa. He held out his hand to me. Hi, Im Russ, I work in the west wing software division.

Hi, Im Tom think Ive seen you in the elevator a few times, I responded. We shook hands as he said, I really enjoyed dancing with your wife Mindy shes a sweet girl.

Yes shes my little darling, I said rather proudly.

Perched on the arm of the sofa, he was leaning close to my wife, his eyes politely roaming from her pretty face and glancing at me. We talked for a while, office talk and casual conversation about the party. Then after several minutes of conversation, right out of the clear, he asked the staggering question it was a question that changed our lives forever

Tom would you mind if I ah asked Mindy to go upstairs to the bedrooms for a little while?

I felt my wife tense. Mindys face flushed hotly and she looked at me, startled by the blatantly outright question. I felt her hand clutch mine. She was nervous, but I could sense her underlying excitement. Dancing with him earlier had probably warmed her up a bit and I knew just watching a romantic movie will sometimes moisten the crotch of her panties. In a flash I thought of how we drove up into the hills with my fingers cupped over the humid crotch of her panties her breathy whispers about kissing another man. Now a handsome man is sitting at her side, I know my wife is warm and wet under her panties and just the thought of him touching her sent a thrilling shiver up my spine.

Well, sure he was forthright, maybe even nervy. And in that first moment his request seemed the ultimate audacity. But after all, the gathering was about wife swapping and I hadnt just brought an earth-bound creature to the party I'd brought a heavenly blonde angel, so what could we expect. And he'd already been dancing with Mindy, sneaking feels of her behind and deep down at some level of awareness, we both wanted to experience the thrill of really letting another guy have her. Maybe just the one time, but the urge was there, lurking awaiting the right guy, the suitable opportunity.

Finally I just kind of mumbled an answer. Ah, well I guess it would be all right, if Mindy wants to to go up there. I could feel my heart starting to go thump  thump  thump!

Oh no, no, my wife quickly responded to the guys audacity. Her cheeks had turned the color of pink rose petals. We just want to to visit tonight. She gave me that very stern kind of a look. Its the look I get when shes a little pissed and we all know how that goes.

Mindy but if well, if you want to I stammered.

Oh Tommy I I couldnt she murmured. Russ reached over and lightly stroked Mindys soft hair with the back of his hand. Shes lovely, he said. As if I didnt know it!

He was handsome in a rugged sort of way, slim with muscular shoulders, a polished, well-manicured, sharp young executive type. My mind was racing. I could feel that little bubble of tension growing in the pit of my stomach. He had that clean right guy look and his eyes were glancing from my wifes pretty face to the open neck of her blouse. She was wearing a bra, but from his position up on the arm of the sofa, I knew he could look down at the smoothly rounded cleavage of my wife's full breasts and see the subtle outline of pert pink nipples. With that age-old instinct bred into every female, Mindy sensed her exposure and shyly closed a button.

He noticed her fingers fastening the button. She blushed. Caught studying the slope of her breasts, he smiled shyly as if asking her to excuse the faux pas. Sorry, he mumbled, I didnt mean to stare, but you're so attractive well, I couldn't keep my eyes away.

And about going to the bedroom well Mindy, I'm sorry I was so impulsive. Maybe I should go away and let you think about it for a while?

Its okay Russ. I'm just not used to this well, this kind of situation.

And Mindy seemed like she really didnt want him to go away. She was fidgeting, but with a weak smile, she continued making eye contact. He seemed to have a way with women and then he glanced at me to gauge my degree of acquiescence was I really going along with this? Going to let him take my shy wife way from me lead her hot-face and blushing to the privacy of the upper floor of the house? To a dimly lit room with a soft bed a door to latch and no husband to intervene? My stomach suddenly felt weak. I clasped my fingers so he wouldnt my hands shaking.

So he didnt go away, he reached down next to Mindys cheek and continued gently brushing his fingers into the silky softness of her hair. Wed only be gone for a little while, he offered in hopeful voice.

Only a little while, I thought

But in my mind, only a little while in privacy was plenty of time to leave his sperm in Mindys little round belly. My emotions were in turmoil as I thought of him having sex with my wife, pushing his penis deep into her moist warm vagina and now my voice began to quiver with a slight indecision.

Yet there was some inner compulsion to play this out and I mumbled nervously, Mindys never been with anybody else but but if shed like to

Tommy! Please, my wife gasped in a scolding tone. I felt her fingers tighten on my arm and I could see the intrigue in his eyes as he suddenly realized, outside of our marriage, my lovely wife was virginal. Hot-faced and flushed clear back to her pearly ears, she looked up at him and he looked down into her misty blue eyes searching for any hint of weakness.

Casually, he leaned with one elbow on the back of the sofa. Soon his fingers that were toying with Mindys long blonde hair were lightly brushing the sensitive skin on the back of her neck. She tensed, fingers clutching the hemline of her skirt as a little tickle rippled through her.

How long have you been married? he asked? His fingertip grazed lightly against the side of her neck just under her ear. She shivered gooseflesh rose on her bare arms, but I noticed she didnt lean away from the soft touch of his fingers. She looked up at him; her sparkly greenish eyes were moist, and she murmured in that melodic sweet voice, two, well almost two years.

They locked eyes and he smiled. And youve never ah, never been with anyone else never made love, with another man?

Uh-uh, she blushed. Embarrassed, she lowered her lashes. Its never happened

Wow," he murmured under his breath. So pure, and my God so lovely

He leaned closer to her and whispered, and youve never? His voice trailed off, fascinated by the thought of getting into her panties imagining the thrill of being only number two between those smooth shapely thighs. I saw him glancing down at her wedding rings and then back to the greenish blue of her dreamy eyes. Oh God, but youre so pretty, he whispered still again. He was enthralled with her blushing beauty intrigued by the slight possibility that with a little persistence, he might get to fuck such a lovely married girl. She lowered her dark eyelashes and looked away again. My penis was now almost total stiffened and I was hiding it with my arm across my groin.

Well, my lovely Mindys a little shy, I mumbled.

Some crazy uncontrollable part of me was still offering my wife to this very handsome clean-cut guy. His knuckles were still stroking Mindys blonde hair; they brushed lightly across her burning cheek. The back of his index finger just grazed her neck and brushed feather like across her ear. Her face flamed and she pressed against my side I could feel the shivers running through her. Ohh, she softly sighed and let out a long slow breath. It was almost like in her mind, she could feel his thickly swollen cock going into her thrusting deep, taking her breath away

I squeezed her hand. She squeezed back. Sweetheart, I couldnt she whispered to me. But I noticed her curvy buttocks squirming against the seat cushion as she twisted toward me and there was a peachy pink flush on her cheeks. As she turned, her skirt slipped up over her knees and she glanced at Russ and tugged it down. Mindy pressed tighter against my arm and I could feel the soft fullness of the side of her breast.

Oh Tommy, she breathed against my face, maybe next time. But it was her pillow fantasy come to life and I could hear the excitement in her quivery voice at the very thought of going into a secluded back bedroom and letting Russ take her into his arms.

The guy was smooth and I could feel my shy young wife trembling. His seducing fingers were now under her blonde tresses, teasing her ear, lightly brushing across and then tugging gently on her pink earlobe. Again the hair on the back of his knuckles barely grazed the side of her neck. A little perspiration had formed at her hairline. She was pinching her knees together and I knew the feeling of his feathery touching was wetting her snug little cunt. He wanted desperately to fuck my wife and she knew it. I could almost smell her excitement. His fingers stole upward into the baby-fine hair on the back of her neck feeling her warm skin, gently massaging she shivered and pressed against me. She was fighting it, but I could feel the slight squirming of her sweetly rounded ass.

Next time maybe next time, I might she gasped.

Thinking back on it now, I dont know what came over us. It was like we were tuning in on each others excitement and flirting with the idea of allowing the pillow fantasy to spring to life. Maybe it was the exhilarating high of seeing my wifes resistance and then the twisty thrill of watching her gradually giving in to his touches. How strange it felt to have a stiffening penis as I offered Mindy to this good-looking guy offering to let him take her into a darkened room while knowing he would strip off her clothes and fuck her. Some demon had stolen my usual reserve and now, waiting at her side, sat this handsome young guy.

Our eyes met again. I stared into those greenish blue pools. Darling I'm scared, maybe next time... she whispered again. And she pressed against me as if seeking protection from the urges rippling up her spine. I could feel the heat of her trembling body, her breath warm against my ear, hear her breathing and making little pleading sounds, like she was asking me for the will to resist, a will quickly slipping away.

She was wavering, but I realized there might never be a next time or a more perfect opportunity and there was just the right guy, sitting by her side, toying with her blonde hair, almost begging for a chance to take her up to a bedroom. In a couple of days it would be her twenty-second birthday and in a very soft sincere whisper, I said

Mindy I think you'd really like to go with Russ, and Min the thrill of the next hour well, it could be your birthday present from me.

Oh sweetie are are you sure? I I

My wife was breathing nervously. She was intrigued with this guy. Her resolve was weakening and she was really starting to seriously consider it. Mindy appeared to be on the verge of giving in and like a predatory male animal, he sensed it.

He got to his feet and reached down for my wifes hand. He stood before her, his hand outstretched and their eyes locked again I could see their fascination for each other. While staring down into the depths of my wifes misty green eyes he spoke very quietly, spacing out his words in a very soft sincere tone

Mindy please allow me the honor the honor of having the most beautiful girl I've ever seen

Mindy drew a long shivery breath; his words were so poignant so perfectly timed, so nearly impossible to resist. Her fingers were intertwined with mine in a sweaty grip and now I could actually feel her indecision, as first, my wife loosened her fingers to reach up to him, but then clasped my hand tightly again. Mindy turned to me, drew another deep breath and I felt her breathy panting against my cheek.

Oh my, she sighed, I shouldnt Oh honey, should I???????

Mindy, I whispered, darling, would you really like to I mean really????

Well I well maybe, but

My heart was thumping in my chest There was a long pause while he stood there waiting. She was staring into my eyes and I could see her mind racing, toying with the decision. And to this day, I remember the exact moment she gave in I felt the clasp of her sweaty fingers slowly loosening her grip on my hand and I could see it in her aqua-green eyes that same deep excitement that was on the face of the cute giggling brunette as she was carried away from her husband. The adrenaline went screaming through my guts because at that very moment I knew she was going to do it. My sweet wife Mindy was going to walk timidly up to a private secluded room with this guy and slip out of her panties.

And in the next gut- wrenching moment, I heard words I'll never forget. Mindy blushed and while her greenish blue eyes watched mine, she whispered:

Oh sweetheart I I really shouldnt. But well, if you're sure you really dont mind.

Her eyes searched mine for reaction and she murmured. Sweetheart honestly, I didnt think I could ever do this, but well, I really would like to go up to a bedroom with Russ if you don't mind.

My intestines twisted into a knot and I struggled to keep the raw emotion from showing on my face, the thrill is my birthday present to you, I whispered.

Then she slowly moved her fingers from my protective grasp and sat up straighter on the sofa. I slipped my arm around her back and placed a hand on her waist, almost like I could hold her down and still stop it at the last moment. I struggled to compose myself as she looked up at Russ with a weak embarrassed smile and held out her hand. I saw the finger with her wedding rings resting on the palm of his hand and my darkest most secret fantasy rose to life and something alive wiggled deeper into my twisting stomach.

Oh my dear God, she murmured under her breath as he bent down and closed his strong fingers over hers. Mindys pretty face was hot and flaming, but there was something compelling in his eyes, something in the strength of his voice and in his gentle, but arrogant mannerism. My penis throbbed in my pants when Russ squeezed Mindys hand and lifted my pretty wife to her feet. As his strong arm slipped around her waist, Mindys misty blue eyes met mine, I love you, she mimed.

In those last few seconds the full reality hit me this was one of our my-bed-to-his fantasies, but this time it was really going to happen, this was the him in all our fantasies. And this was not a teasing game played between our bed sheets this handsome guy was really going to fuck my nervous little wife. My eyes locked with Mindys for a last fleeting moment and then she turned to him and clasped his hand.

My bowels felt loose and I was light-headed as I watched him lead my blushing little darling toward the privacy of an upper-floor bedroom. They walked hand-in-hand, ironically the same fateful way I had led her along the curving stone walkway.

My heart pounded with ever step she took. It was an exquisite form of anguish, watching my wife walking away and knowing her sweet innocence would soon be gone. And just as Mindy disappeared from my sight, she turned her head and looked back at me. Her face was suffused in a pretty blush and again I saw her lips form the words, I love you. Then with his hand on her back just above her buttocks, he guided my innocent wife into a corridor leading to the upstairs bedrooms

And with a swish of her skirt my little blonde angel was gone!!!!!

And I sat there stupidly staring at the empty corridor with a swelling throbbing erection

In a few minutes a handsome young guys stiff cock was going to be inside my sweet shy wife a crawly feeling rippled up my spine. I wanted to race up the stairs, grab her hand and rush home. But I didnt I just sat while the woozy feeling settled deeper into the pit of my stomach.

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To be continued in part (5)

The Making of Mindy,

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Part (5)

Mindy had been away for almost half an hour while I sat there stunned by what was very likely happening in some closed softly lit room. They were the longest minutes of my life. My God, I thought, what have I done? This was not a bedtime fantasy and I realized this night would be acid etched in my brain for life.

During the first minute, I had just closed my eyes and leaned my swirling head back against the sofa. Stretching my hand to the side, I felt the slight indentation were my wife's shapely buttocks had warmed the cushion. Against the tip of my fingers I felt a lingering trace of her body heat, but she was gone from my side really gone with a young eager guy who by every expectation was going to have sex with her

Doubt and remorse began to invade my mind. I thought of shy Mindy sitting here only minutes earlier, clasping her knees and tugging down her skirt in embarrassment, but now her skirt was probably shucked up around her waist while he tugged her well moistened panties off. I thought about how skillfully he had seduced my naive little wife, grazing his fingers over her sensitive neck while looking into the greenish blue of her eyes

And now Oh God, now I had to confront the reality, that at this very moment, he was certainly just as skillfully pushing a thickened stiff penis into her...

The earth might well have stopped its rotation, as the time seemed endless while I thought of all the intimate things they were probably doing to each other how it would begin, with him feeling her breasts, kissing her into a breathless weakened state his hand eventually slipping under her skirt, easing its way along her inner thigh. I imagined his fingers slipping under the loose crotch of her panties finding thin curls of blondish hair and wetness and her resistance slowly and surely ebbing away. My swirling mind saw him slyly unzip his fly and take out his stiffened penis as he reached for my wifes trembling hand saw her instinctive hesitation and then her warm fingers closing around its thickness heard her soft breathy whisper

Oh my, its its

bigger than your husband?

Uh-huh.

Much bigger?

Mmmm she murmured.

Under the warm soft skin, her slowly moving fingers are feeling the bone-like firmness of his male member. The fattened head stands at least two inches beyond my wifes clasping warm fingers. And in my crazed mind I imagine her slowly stroking it while her eyes stare in fascination.

I hear his whisper, put your mouth on it

Heard her weak breathy protest, oh no I I shouldnt

just a little touch it, just wet the end of it with your tongue.

My guts churn while my mind forms crazy words and images. His fingers tangling in her long blonde hair, now gently pressing on the back of her neck, her eyes are staring as he slowly draws down his foreskin. The swollen head is exposed now clean and pink and ohhh, so close to my wifes pretty face.

Do it just a little, urging her blushing face down closer closer. Now the head of his penis is only an inch away from the pouting warmth of her saliva moistened lips and he whispers, kiss it just a little.

Its against her pursed lips a first wet kiss; I see the little glossy trail of saliva left by the licking of my wifes pointy wet tongue her pretty lips brushing moistly across the taut head  and now I can hear his soft groan as Mindys warm mouth closes over the bare head of his firmly swollen cock.

I shook my head trying to clear the images and suckling sounds, but now Im seeing him turning my darling wife onto her back pressing her bent knees back, hes on her, fucking her deep and hard making her cry out. My tense nerves were crawling, I thought about wandering up to the bedrooms alone trying to find my sweet Mindy. Would other people notice, would they sense my anguish?

Minutes felt like hours and the waiting only exacerbated the weak-kneed feeling that grew in the pit of my stomach. After a while I couldnt stand it any longer. It seemed like she had been gone forever and anxiety closed over me like a smothering blanket. I went to the back of the house and crept slowly up the pushily carpeted stairway. When I got to the top I looked down a wide semi-dark hallway, six very ornate bedroom doors were all closed. Polished brass door latches glinted in the reflected light of dimmed crystal chandeliers. I took a few steps closer and I heard couples making love, soft female voices, some nervous giggles and more than a few breathy whimpers. At the sound of a bed creaking, I paused, trying to recognize Mindys voice, her familiar sounds, but I couldnt be sure, there were several couples up here and what I heard didnt sound like my Mindy.

Oh God, I whispered aloud Where is my wife??? And what is she doing??? But, of course I knew what she must be doing!!!!!!!

But where where is she???

Then I saw it!

Around the corner at the far end of the hall and almost unnoticeable, was a partly open very narrow doorway. Unlike the rich mahogany bedroom doors it was plain, painted the same base color as the wallpaper and meant to go unnoticed. Padding quietly across the thick carpet, I moved further into the darker end of the hallway. It appeared to be a maids or servants end of the mansion.

Then I heard a sound, a thin whining voice it sounded like the voice of female child sobbing and crying, but it was very faint and seemed to come from up above, somewhere high over my head. I paused, listening trying place what I was hearing. Then I heard it again, a single razor-thin cry, barely audible and coming from the far end of the hallway. Then silence only the distant party noises from below.

I felt like an intruder prowling around in someones home, but with five or six steps, I was standing at the painted door. I thought, probably a maids utility area, or a linen closet, but the distant crying sound seemed to come from there. There was no doorknob, just a small brass latch, and someone had left it unlatched and open a few inches. I pulled it wider, just enough to peer in and I heard the little female cry again and tiny sounds of movement as if mice were scurrying around up in the ceiling. My eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting and in the shadows I saw a short narrow wooden staircase leading up to what I guessed would be a seldom-used utility or an attic area.

The hinge creaked as I stuck my head and shoulders through the doorway, from somewhere above a glimmering flickering of light. Moving up a stair, the air smelled fresher night air, as if somewhere above, a summer ocean breeze was drifting through an open roof vent. I paused, looking up, holding my breath to listen.

Then a soft little familiar whimper stopped me cold in my tracks. Now there was no room for subconscious denial, no way to ease the crawly squirmy feeling that was creeping into my stomach I had to have known, it was not the rustling of mice or a crying child it was my wifes love whimpers

The sound drifted down from over my head the creaking of a bed and Mindys gasps of excitement I'd heard it a thousand times. I sucked in another shaky raspy breath, holding it listening a soft rustling sound. I moved up one stair and then another. The old dry wooden stairs creaked pausing waiting listening. The faraway reverberation of music drifted up from below, from above, murmurs and heavy breathing.

Then came that exquisite moment, that sweet painful rush of adrenaline, now I clearly heard Mindys voice, breathy gasps as if expelled at the breaking of a deep lengthy kiss, Ohh Russ ohhh, ohhh it felt so heavenly but Im exhausted and I should get back to my husband

I almost groaned aloud it was over he'd already fucked my pretty wife and I stood hovering between excitement and nearly debilitating shame.

In a few minutes, he murmured in a husky tone. His voice was muted, somewhat muffled, as if catching his breath with his lips pressed into the hollow of her neck.

My husband will be worried, she whispered. We've been gone a long time.

A little more then then I'll finish, he murmured.

Ohh god I don't think you should cumm in me ohhh my

But then it started again, indistinct and faint rustling sounds, as though in the darkness above some creature was struggling. Creaking sounds and something began bumping against the floor and quickly following there came a tiny female cry.

He was at her again it wasnt over! I felt a tightening in my groin, I was going to hear more maybe hear Mindy cry out when he cumms in her. Crouching down in the dark stairway, I waited and listened.

Another recognizable whimper, more shrill than the first, reached my ears, my little blonde darling, my love who will share my bed pillow for the rest of my life, was lying spread-legged under another man! The realization continued to spread through me at this very moment another mans stiffened penis was deeply imbedded into the warm loins which will one day bear my children

Blood rushed to my face, I felt weak, a bit unbalanced. Stepping up two more stairs, I leaned against the wall. Closer now and clearer, the sound filtered down from somewhere in the darkness over my head. Very faintly I could hear the noise of a bed creaking in a steady thumping rhythm. It was the perfect wife-watching turn-on, secretly listening, hearing her whimpers the rhythmic squeaking of the bed, but still the quintessence of torment.

My heart began to race, anxiety making my skin crawl. Moving further up the stairs I could see the glimmer of candle light and now the sound ate into my stomach it was clearly Mindy her breath panting, little excited squeals coming out of her. The revealing noises drifted down to my straining ears, the thump of something jouncing against the floor. An intermittent thump thump thump mixed with sobbing cries and the creaking of a mattress.

Clearly they were making love no not love, it was the sound of a strong man vigorously fucking another mans sobbing wife. The raw expletive more suited the strangled sounds coming from deep in Mindys throat and it accurately fit the images burning into my brain. I dont know how long I stood there letting the sound twist my guts into a churning knot.

Oh ohhh Russ Ohhh ohhhhh, she gasped and moaned. Oh my God. Ohhhhhh, let me catch a breath

Am I hurting you?

Mmm, a little, youre so big Breathless, she struggled to gasp out the words.

My hands pressed against my groin, resisting the urge to cumm in my pants.

The sound had stopped for a moment or two and just when I thought it was over, it started again louder now thumping, straining sounds and more soft excited cries. Frozen in place, I leaned my swirling head against the wall. I felt lightheaded, but nervous excitement tore through me. My shy little Mindy was really doing it letting this guy fuck her and oh God, maybe for the second time. I wondered how long it had been going on. Had I caught them right in the middle of it or were they nearly finished?

Some demonic force took control of my mind I felt a nagging need to see my wife in this very personal moment! As if to believe it, I had to actually see him between her legs. The staircase was narrow, no railing that I could feel, just rough squeaky wooden steps, but as quietly as possible I moved up and lifted my head almost up to the floor level. It appeared to be an attic loft that had been converted into a small lovers nook. Several glass candles, some yellow some red, threw intermittent shadows on the slant of a high rough board ceiling. A blurry shadow of up-raised feet was moving flitting across the ceiling, sporadically flirting with the cobwebs in that undulating bouncing rhythm of mating.

Cautiously, I raised my eyes barely above the wood flooring and peered through a low side railing enclosing the attic entry. Inches away, Mindys white blouse and bra lay on the floor. One of my wifes low-heel pumps lay on its side, and then I saw its mate and the shadowy whiteness of her panties on the floor. The wooden staircase creaked and I froze in position. And then slowly, I lifted my head higher and in the warm pink glow of candlelight I saw my lovely blonde wife in her very first act of extramarital love. My hands broke out in a sweat. I felt the sharp stab of jealousy, and yet at that same moment, I found my cock leaping with excitement, straining upwards against the confines of my pants. The conflicting emotions battled while I stood transfixed watching them moving rubbing their loins in that age old rhythmic cadence.

My darling Mindy was on her back in the middle of a large sheet covered mattress pad emitting grunts and gasping cries. Ornate glass-encased candles cast a surreal light on the unbelievable scene. It was so appallingly erotic. Her bobbing bare feet were lifted over the young mans back and I could see his hips thrusting as he very decisively pushed his long stiff prick in and out of her most private part. My young wife is juicy-tight and there was a soft wet smacking sound each time his loins slapped against her up-turned bare ass-cheeks.

My wife was breathless and crying out, Ohhhh ohhh, it feels so big in there. Aauuuggghh. Aaaahhhh The sound of the bed creaking, my wife's pleading whimpers invaded my senses and with a quick beating heart, I stood there in the darkness, listening and watching while another man fucked my shy young wife.

She seemed to be totally naked, her panties were obviously off and her beautiful pink-nippled breasts were exposed. Provoked by his humping thrusts, her naked breasts jiggled under his muscular chest. I could see Mindys head thrashing about on the pillow. As her head bobbed, the flickering yellow candle-light sent soft shimmers of gold through my darlings flaxen hair. Then as my eyes acclimated to the darkness I could see that though her breasts were bare, he had just pulled off her panties and shucked her loose skirt up around her waist. He was on his knees, arching and driving his hips between her spread thighs.

Breathy little pants and hungry moans were tumbling from her lips. Ohhh my Ohhh Russ Ohh its so so long in so deep she breathed the words in shuddering gasps, the sound of her voice trailing off in exhaustion.

On the ceiling above my head the rhythmic shadows continued to loom and fade. In the shadowy candle glow I could make out the darkness of her pubic hair and the whiteness of his cock spearing into her loins. My wife's vagina gripped around his cock in a wet slippery clasp of pink skin. While I stood hidden in the shadows, another man was fucking my wife and nausea rippled like a wiggling eel in the pit of my stomach. I watched his cock disappearing into Mindys loins, her feet lifted over his back, the muscles in her legs and arms tightening and flexing beneath her skin. Her nails dug into his forearms as muscles in her buttocks contracted with an exquisite undulating smoothness. He was quickening his thrusts, lifting higher and dropping his groin against hers in a smacking rhythm.

There are no words to describe the feeling of watching for the first time while another man fucks your innocent wife takes the woman you love right before your eyes. When you see him, his cock excitedly erect, moving between her legs, no words, no matter how skillfully woven, can describe that feeling of raw anxiety mixed with quivering excitement. High keening wails skated across my eardrums. Angst and the touch of jealousy were like live wires in my belly.

And I felt a strange urgent need to see, to know, to witness and memorize every nuance of my young wifes first act of love with another man. I raised my head higher, getting my straining eyes as close as possible to their undulating hips. As he thrust and lifted, the flickering light of several candles revealed an intermittent glimpse of everything between the cheeks of her buttocks. Some force out of my control drew my eyes to that shadowy space between her up-tilted ass-cheeks.

While little bubbles of angst formed in my stomach I watched the dainty little brownish dimple of her anus appear and disappear with each undulation of her buttocks. My eyes followed upward along that thin hairless strip of connecting skin, saw the perineum, pinkly stretched and gripped around his maleness, I saw the unnerving sight of her viscous cunt unfolded around his thickness, the moisture matted tuffs of pubic curls and the glistening wet smear of my wifes oozing vaginal fluids on his long slippery cock.

Awesome earthshaking, those are words best describing flaming erupting volcanoes but they do little to depict the images before my eyes or the feelings rushing through me. With hands shaking, I stood mesmerized by the sight of their genitalia fitted so snugly together, moving so smoothly like interlocking pieces of a well-oiled machine. The long length of his prick, with its thickened bare head, was sheathing and re-sheathing itself wetly, rhythmically and so smoothly in the warm fluid fragrance of my wifes undulating body. From time-to-time there was a short pause while my wife caught her breath. Bent knees apart, she lay openly under him, making little cooing noises while running her nails along the muscular ridge of his sweaty back. And then in a moment or two it would begin again

So much for being gone for only a little while! I know it wasnt, but it seemed like I watched for hours as the tension gradually built until my wife erupted in another thrashing frenzy of deep throated cries as the ever quickening thrusts of his imbedded cock worked its wondrous magic. She moaned, tossing her blonde head side-to-side, with eyes squeezed shut, she pulled her thighs back, clasping her hands inside her knees and holding herself open to the orgasm that washed through her straining rippling belly. His cock went deep and he held his pubis tight to hers, her tender clitoris rubbing against his hairy groin. In the flickering candle light I watched her toes clench, heard the whimpering gasps turn into series of hoarse gurgling cries.

Ohhhh Russ its happening again. Ohhhhhhh God.. aaarrrrhhh

With my fingers clutched into thigh fists, I listened while she rode out a storm of seemingly endless spasms. After two years of marriage, I know the sound and feeling of her orgasms, the little snapping muscular quivers that ripple through her belly, the way at that tense moment, she clutches my back and up-turns her groin to feel and hold the head of my penis deep within her body. But now another man was reveling in that sensation, hes feeling a lovely married woman cumming on his cock feeling her sharp nails on his back, feeling the thrilling spastic gripping of her slippery cunt while her breath pants against his neck. And as the trembling slows, hes hearing the purring sounds and her little soft murmurs of content.

Ohhh ohhh, I feel so weak. Ohhh Russ I'm exhausted

Now his own breathing was becoming more labored, for several minutes he had been pacing his movements, holding back the need to release into my wife. I sensed him trying to prolong the thrill of being in the sweet warm clasp of her sex. But the built-up urge, the sensation of feeling the spastic squeezing of Mindys mucus coated vagina on the length of his penis must have been overwhelming. Now holding her tightly, he started working his penis into Mindy with more urgent thrusts. He groaned and pressed his face into the crease of her neck, against her blonde hair, drawing a couple of deep breaths he groaned again. About to release his sperm into my wifes vagina, his hands grasped her curvy buttocks and held her hips tightly to him. The pace quickened short quick thrusts. It was a strange feeling to watch the final moments and realize that in the next few seconds his sperm would be spurting inside my pretty wife.

My wife heard his final meaningful groan. Knees held high, her arms pressed his back as she uttered high-pitched squeals of excitement. Eeeeeeee Eeeee ohhh Russ. ohhh

Making little smacking sounds, he gave a series of short sharp thrusts. In the shadowy candle light I could see his glistening cock lifting and then pressing through my wife's matted pubic hair then he tensed and tightened against her groin and the sack of his testicles settled into the crease of her splayed buttocks He groaned and I felt the adrenaline rush, my stomach rolled I saw my wifes toes curl, his buttocks clenching tensing and relaxing as the strong pulse of his creamy sperm mixed with my wifes fluids.

I let out the deep breath I was holding. A handsome viral young man had just cumm in my wife! With the head of his cock pressed against her cervix, he had released the several pulsing spurts of sperm and she had obviously loved the sensation. My head was spinning. The sound of their slowing breath followed me as I crept down the creaky staircase on shaky knees. I was an emotional wreck. I wanted to slam my fist against the wall to scream to cry but most of all to masturbate and release the tension

In spite of the jealousy and anguish, I had the stiffest most throbbing hard-on of my life. I had just watched another man fuck my darling pump his sperm into my blonde little wife and my whole groin was just one burning unrelenting pulsing ache of sensation. I think I could have cumm by rubbing against a rough rock. I felt a strong need to sneak into one of the bathrooms and masturbate to relieve the stress. My sperm would have spurted a foot in the air, but like a wounded puppy, I slipped quietly back downstairs and eased unnoticed into the crowd. I sat there in a near paralytic stupor with my penis throbbing in a daze of delicious agony while I waited for him to bring my Mindy back to me.

His promise to keep my wife only little while had turned out to be an eternity, and while I waited I thought of what was likely happening now, of him finally drawing his softening penis from the grip of my wifes glistening pink skin and letting her up off the bed. I envisioned her standing bare-breasted in the light of the candles, traces of sperm on her pubic hairs, a smear or two on her inner thighs then squatting down, fumbling in the dim light for her missing panties. Would there be a blush of shame on her cheeks or maybe a few tears while she stepped back into her panties and pulled them up over her curvy bare rump? Would she stop to pee on the way back, fix her hair a bit and try to smooth the just got laid wrinkles out of her skirt?

I had all these thoughts and somewhere in my subconscious lurked a primal urge to have my wife back in my arms, to rush her home strip off her panties and push my pulsing cock into the sticky warmth where his had been. And quickly

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To be continued in part (6)

The Making of Mindy,

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Part (6)

Tense minutes passed, Mindy had not returned. Next to me on the sofa there was still no pretty blonde head, just a disturbingly big empty seat and sadly the lingering warmth of female buttocks had long ago dissipated. I squirmed about, watching for her to appear across the room. It seemed an eternity, but the mind of a nervous man develops an illogical concept of eternity and so it seemed, as I sat transfixed in the endless grip of passing time.

I stared at the empty corridor waiting for the first glimpse of a disheveled blonde head. And when Russ finally brought my well-used little wife back to me I tried to act calm and unemotional, but my heart was in my mouth and my cock was still pressing against my pants. Suddenly, with down-cast eyes my little sweetheart was walking toward me. She was a little wobbly on her feet, barefooted and carrying her shoes. An image of her shoes and panties on the attic floor rushed into my mind and I felt like jumping to my feet and pulling her into the protection of my arms. But I sat frozen in place as she hurried to my side.

In a moment she was standing between my knees with a hot flush of shame on her cheeks. My arms clasped around her hips, drawing her warm stomach against my face. She dropped her shoes and I felt the reassuring comfort of her fingers curling into the hair on the back of my head. Without a sound, without a word, I just held her against my face, breathing in her warmth and the imagined scent of what she had just done.

Shy little Mindy had obviously been the recipient of a very thorough bed-creaking tumble; she was hot and rumpled, hair slightly mussed and her skirt wrinkled. As I knew it would, the sight of her rumpled state took my breath away. Mindy was blushing, her skin warm as she slipped next to me on the sofa and squeezed my hand. Why is it the heat and scent of sex lingers so long on the warm skin of a woman? A little ashamed, she slanted her eyes away.

We gripped hands, momentarily avoiding eye contact. It had been less than a half hour since another man slipped his softening penis from the clasp of my wifes warm vagina and in the ensuing grip of emotion we each struggled to utter a first tender word. But what might be the first words to pass between a couple in love, when the blushing young wife returns with the sperm of another man in her panties? Well, somehow the deeply honed instinct of a loving husband provided the few tender words of assurance

Mindy, I whispered Min my darling, I love you.

And she burst into sudden tears. Oh Tommy Oh my God she sobbed.

One lock of blonde hair was hanging loosely across her forehead. Cupping her hot cheek and turning her face toward me, with one finger, I gently tucked the errant strands of soft golden hair behind her ear. In that meaningful moment, during those few seconds, we began staring silently into each others eyes, each wondering as to the others thoughts.

And what a strange sensation to stare at her pretty face, to look deep into the enigma of those tear-filled emerald green eyes and know that another man had just made love to her and at that very moment his live wiggling sperm was in her well-slickened vagina. Aware of my husbandly scrutiny, her tongue flicked uncertainly across her lower lip and I could see her lips a little puffy and slightly swollen. But she was back in my arms and for the moment I just needed to hold her warm body close to mine and feel her soft breathing. The events of the last hour had introduced an exciting new dynamic into our marriage my shy wife had just finished fucking another man and we both felt an aura of emotion hovering over our heads.

Are you okay? I finally whispered.

Mmm hum, she murmured with her warm face pressed against my neck. A little remorseful now, she was still trying to avoid my eyes. I watched her trying to smooth the wrinkles out of her rumpled skirt. Then she turned away, fresh tears springing to her eyes, blindly reaching into her purse for a tissue. As she dried her eyes I noticed the slight whisker burn on the side of her neck.

Did you? I whispered.

Of course I knew, but for some strange reason I just wanted the thrill of hearing her speak those exciting words, I wanted to feel that little acid lurch in my stomach at hearing her confess to fucking with Russ. I lifted her blushing face and we looked into each others eyes again. My hands were shaking as I waited for the obvious answer. She nodded shyly and looked away, probably remembering her shiver of anticipation as he pulled her panties down and moved between her knees. But suddenly she was weeping and I wondered if she had resisted and cried when he first pushed his cock into her. There was so much I wanted to know so many words I wanted hear her say.

Did you was that a yes? I whispered.

Her voice was anguished. Mmmm it was a a yes.

She breathed the words against my cheek deep in my stomach, close to my groin something moved. Then salty warm tears found their way between our touching cheeks. I was touched by guilt for letting it happen just for a quick thrill and I whispered, darling I love you everything is fine, and we've both been waiting for this to happen.

Mmmm I guess so but oh God

Her breathing was still coming in little panting bursts and I realized they had just finished... that only minutes ago he had withdraw his softening slippery cock from between her legs. And for an inexperienced shy young wife like Mindy, it had been an on-her-back, long and very sensuous experience. She wiped a tear away with the back of her hand

But it was such a nasty naughty thing to do, she murmured.

But you did it, made love all the way and fucked? I asked softly in a non-accusatory whisper.

Uh-huh well, not at first, but we well, we yes we fucked

With her words spaced apart, it was a soft hesitant, almost apologetic murmur. So with her wedding band on her finger, my wife had fucked with another man; and now the words passed her lips with some difficulty. I felt the surge of raw feeling gnawing deeper in my bowels. Anguish excitement remorse, maybe a raw mix of who only knows what emotion.

The memory of sneaking upstairs and hearing the sound of the bed creaking surged through me. I remembered the sound, a distinct very steady thumping rhythm and matching soft gasping cries. And the sight of her hips wiggling under him will stay in my memory forever. But now I bit my lip and just held her close. So another guy just laid her, gotten his stiff prick into her and from what I saw she certainly loved it but its not the end of the world I thought. But my guts were queasy from the emotional strain. I began to wish that I had seen all of it happen seen it from the beginning. I remembered the candle light glimmering on her golden hair and white of her discarded panties and I began to wonder what she looked like with her ass bare and her skirt up at the moment Russ got between her spread knees, and how she must have cried out when it first went in. The part I had witnessed formed a lump in my stomach, but what I didnt see, and could now only imagine, squeezed the lump into a tighter knot.

I held her in my arms feeling her elevated body temperature. Questions gnawed at me. Did you just finish? I murmured against her soft hair.

Mmm, just just a few minutes ago.

We kissed, both trembling with emotion. Her emotion, a mix of emerging shame and remorse mine, raw unadulterated heart-pumping excitement. Her words were whirling through my mind reinforcing an indelible image of them fucking his cock thrusting into my wife again and again while she made grunty little whimpers. I hugged her close, rubbing my hand up and down her warm back.

I was nervous waiting for you, I whispered.

Oh Tommy, I'm sorry. It took him a long time to finish

Through the thin dress I could feel the waistband of her panties and it was strangely exciting to know that she had let him pull her pants off that she had fucked with him and just minutes ago had pulled up her panties and come back to me. Mindys lips were warm, a little puffy from kissing and lovemaking. Oh honey, Im sorry, she whispered again. Her hot cheeks were flushed with rising shame and embarrassment.

I continued to stroke her back, murmuring little assurances. Its okay dear, I I guess I wanted you to to try it

Her breath was warm, panting against my ear. Honey just take me home now, take me home and make love to me hurry darling hurry.

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To be continued in part (7)

The Making of Mindy,

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Part (7) The conclusion,

As we walked, still hand-in-hand back down the stone-paved walkway, dawn was intruding on the splendorous star filled night. Now the expansive parking area was nearly vacant. The team of uniformed guards was gone, the large iron gate, stood open and unattended. Mindy waited near the car door, arms crossed, her shoulders hunched against the damp chilly air floating inward from San Francisco bay. I eased open the passenger door and just for just a moment we paused looking back up at the mansion.

No longer brightly lit, the mansion now seemed to loom above us, the secrets of my wifes lost innocence locked forever within its high stone walls. With a little shiver, my sweet Mindy slipped into the warmth of my arms, her cheek pressed against the crook of my neck, sweetheart, I'm getting cold, she whispered. Instinctively, my hands eased down along her back, cupping her hips, shielding her from the night air. In that momentary pause, I felt a inexorable pull, my eyes being drawn upward to the high gray slate roof and my mind flashed back to the smell of salt air drifting through the roof vents, the memory of whimpering cries, of shoes and white crumpled panties discarded on the floor of the dusty candle lit attic. Mindy must have heard my deep sigh, because I felt lips her brush warmly against my neck.

Are you sorry sorry this happened? she murmured.

Of course not darling A tender hug followed my whispered assurance and I let her wiggle into the front seat of the car. By time I got to the other side of the car, her head was tipped back against the seat her eyes closed.

Mindy didnt look at me as the car moved back down out of the hills. A mile or two down the road she stirred, sitting up and staring silently out the window, hands clasped in her lap, just watching the city lights coming closer. She shifted her legs, crossing her left over her right and subconsciously tugging down on the hem her skirt. My eyes followed the twisting road, but my mind was still a swirl of thoughts and images. When she crossed her legs and shifted her buttocks sordid thoughts continued to flash through my mind, I wondered if his sperm was leaking into her panties I wondered if shed tucked a tissue into the crotch of her underpants. There was a long deep breath and in the periphery of my vision, I watched her brush her fingers through her silky strands of blonde hair.

Mindy, I whispered, darling, are you all right?

Without a word, she reached across towards me and opened her hand her left hand, the one that carried my gold wedding band on her finger. I eased my hand down and found hers. As if awaiting my reassuring touch, her hand was resting palm-up on my thigh. So many times, even on short road trips we drove that way, with our married fingers intertwined, digits woven together in a bond of love. On this night, we drove in silence, the only communication an occasional squeeze of her warm fingers. I wondered about her thoughts and feelings probably embarrassment at the way she gave in to the urge and very likely, a residual of excitement.

My thoughts? A perplexing jumble confusion and a speck of shame. I felt shame that I had gotten such a strange twisted thrill out of giving my shy pretty wife to another man. That I had urged Mindy to go with him and then sneaked up those rickety wooden stairs and stood hidden in the shadows. But still, shame and humiliation aside, I still felt the thrill of secretly watching them make love, seeing her toss about, feet lifted over his back, her blonde hair shimmering in the flickering candle light.

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By the time we reached home, the Sunday morning dawn was edging its way onto the eastern horizon. We stepped into the familiar comfort of our apartment and it was as if we were returning from a dream, that the last several hours had never happened. But as the door clicked shut behind us, Mindy fled into my arms and there was no pretense of innocence on her pretty face, just a sleepy-eyed, but hungry gaze as she slipped her arms around my waist. She leaned into me, soft breasts against my chest, her face and eyes hidden shamefully in the crook of my neck.

Do you want me now, she murmured, after what happened?

Min sweetheart, I need you I'm crazy to have you now.

Then I need you to make love with me darling, then fuck me long and hard and then then hold me in your arms until I fall asleep

Mindy probably needed time to pee, but I was almost frantic, hustling her hand in hand into the bedroom. There was a hollow nagging feeling in my stomach as I pulled her toward our bed, an urgent crazy need to see between her legs and make love with her to have her so soon after after another man had made love with her and released his sperm into clingy warmth of her married young body.

With a quick flip, I whipped the blankets down, stripped off my shirt and quickly dropped my pants. Standing just in my undershorts, I turned and saw Mindy slip off her heels and reach for her zipper. Tugging at the zipper, she turned toward the bathroom. But I just grabbed her around the waist, rolled her down onto the white sheet. I landed partly on top and the breath whooshed out her. Oh my Tom what?

I rolled a little to one side and just as my wife caught her breath, I reached down between us and tossed up her loose rumpled skirt. Less than an hour ago another man had pressed her down on a bed sheet and got her skirt up and now, from that same embarrassing position, she looked up at me, startled and a little surprised.

Oh my ohhh Tom, I should clean up... first The gasp of surprise burst through her lips as she lay there, long shapely legs bare and the bottom of her wrinkled skirt lifted up above her naked belly. Placing my hands on her knees, I tried to spread her thighs. Knowing what I would see, she stiffened, but then slowly, flushed with embarrassment, she relaxed and one bent knee fell a little to the side and I saw the white edge of panty crotch elastic. While looking into her eyes, I gently squeezed the other knee and felt her tighten, Min, I murmured its all right sweetie its all right

Oh Tommy, but my panties are a sticky mess

But Mindy could see the anxiety in my eyes. With my hands on her clasped knees, she must have felt the trembling of my fingers. It was a long moment, but with a flaming blush of shame on her pretty face, my wife slowly eased her naked thighs part and a squishy feeling oozed up into my stomach as the wet crotch of her soiled white panties appeared before my eyes.

Excited, I looked down embarrassed, she looked away. Oh God, she murmured, fuck me darling, but but don't look there.

But with the palm of my left hand resting on one dimpled bent knee, I stared down between the vee of long silky smooth naked thighs. There before my husbandly eyes, was the thin white crotch of Mindys warm humid panties. I looked, fascinated, as though I'd never seem my wife's underpants before. As usual, little tendrils of blondish pubic hair strayed out from under the elastic, but a long oval strip in the center was darkened, stained from seeping moisture.

And I could see another mans dried sperm on the skin of Mindys left thigh. It was a thin streak, grayish white against the tanned skin of her smooth inner thigh. It started just at the edge of her panty elastic, and ran down along the smooth flesh of her inner thigh. The sight of it made my skin crawl and I wondered if a trickle of sperm had leaked out of my wife's vagina before she got back into her panties or if his wet softening cock had brushed her thigh as their genitalia separated.

Ohh Tommy ohhh you shouldn't be looking there ohhh not now, she whined. My panties are all all gluey.

But now she didnt try to push her skirt down or close her legs, she lay compliantly on her back, with her heels pressed against mattress and her bent knees spread widely apart. And though embarrassed and whining, I wondered if somehow she was getting a little secret hot-wife thrill out of exposing herself some extension of our fantasy games.

There was a soft gasp as I lightly pressed my fingers against the sperm-dampened crotch of her panties. Slippery on the tips of my fingers, a glazy sticky film was soaking through the thin fabric.

From a kneeling position between her legs Did you do this for Russ?

Mmm humm.

With fingertips feeling the warm seeping dampness You spread your legs so he could touch your panties?

Uh-huh, she murmured and sneaked a little peak at my eyes.

I squatted there, between Mindys spread knees, mesmerized by the sight of my wifes exposure, by the raw evidence of what had taken place up in that candle lit attic. Easing a fingertip under the panty elastic, I could feel a warm tangle of curly wet hair and slippery flesh. A flush rose on the back of my neck and I reached higher along her hip, slipping my fingers under the elastic panty waist. She felt the little tug as I started to pull her underpants off and she reluctantly pressed her knees together and lifted her hind-end.

Oh my God darling the light can we dim the lamp

As Mindy closed her eyes and turned her face away in embarrassment, I reached out and dimmed the bed lamp just the tiniest bit. Was I feeling a little guilty? Yes, of course. But while her face was turned away, I quickly tugged her panties down to her knees. There was a little whimper, but she slowly lifted her feet, exposing the underside of her lusciously smooth bare buttocks. Unnoticed, I sneaked a quick glance at her pert little anus and a more lingering look at the mucus dampened curls of pubic hair along the length of her little pink furrow. Now I felt even more guilty, but by the time I managed to slip the panties over her bare toes my hands were shaking and we were both a little breathless.

With quivering fingers, I turned Mindys soiled panties in-side-out the crotch, as I expected, was wet and stained with a shiny glaze of still-moist body fluids. His thrusting cock and their rubbing of pubic bones had loosened a few of my wife's blonde pussy hairs and a couple of golden coils were stuck to the gluey panty crotch. The thought of his cock in her curls of pubic hair and their hips rubbing was erotic beyond anything I might ever have imagined.

Drawing an excited breath, I could smell what happened on that candle-lit bed, the musky pee-like scent of recent sex. It wafted up from my wife's soiled panties, their perspiration her glistening female lubrication and his pungent release. With my nerves taught, I squeezed the humid panties into a tight ball, but then, trying to slow the thumping of my heart, I drew a long slow breath, closed my eyes and tried to relax slowly I loosened my fingers and let Mindys panties slip through my fingers and fall to the floor.

Seconds later, I opened my eyes and she was staring up at me wide-open, questioning blue eyes. Tipped onto her back with a weeping vagina and no panties on, her face flushed hotly and she had crossed her trim ankles

Oh darling let me wash first Her voice was quavering uncertain.

Oh no please sweetheart, I need you now now honey, just the way you are.

But Im a mess there she whined.

Let me well, touch you first, quickly, later you can clean-up.

Brimming blue eyes continued staring up at me, quietly questioning. She glanced quickly at the imprint of my cock straining up against my underwear. I could see her mind working, the realization slowly coming into her eyes. Though I didnt quite understand it myself, she seemed to understand my excitement and the primal urge to see her sperm smeared pubic hair and the pinkness of her loosened vagina and my need to reclaim her at that very moment.

You want to make love now, before I clean up? The words formed as a question, but in the tone and soft murmur of her voice was a glimmer of understanding.

The back of my neck felt hot, hands were shaky, my penis painfully stiff and throbbing in my shorts. I felt this overwhelming gnawing urge to look between my wifes legs, to feel her sticky cunt and then just flip up her skirt and make love with her while she was still hot from the arms of another man. Many times, like all married couples, weve made impromptu love with just her skirt up, but this time it had a very special meaning and I suddenly realized at this moment, I wanted her the same way that Russ had her under me, just her panties off and her skirt shucked up around her waist. I had to feel the clasping silky smoothness of her inner thighs, her hips twisting, her cunt warm and slippery on my cock breath panting and the same little sobbing cries coming out of her throat

Yes the way Russ had her, the way he fucked her in the dusty dark attic, nothing else would mitigate the crawling sensation in my stomach.

Alright darling, I I understand, she whispered knowingly. We were beginning to share this now, this living extension of our bed-time fantasy. She drew a soft breath. With her flaming face turned away, and with her panties off, she slowly uncrossed her ankles and rested her head back against the pillow.

Look darling look there if you need to.

And slowly she loosened her pinched knees her long silky thighs fell apart. A little quiver went through her stomach and I saw the ridge of belly muscle tighten as she lifted her feet and she spread, bent knees open, exposing herself for me.

The dimmed bed lamp cast a warm glow between her splayed thighs. I sucked in a quick breath and gazed into her open crotch, glimmering pinkness and wet curls of sticky blondish hair and the same breath rushed back out of me as a soft groan. A groan my wife heard and seemed to understand. Then I heard the timorous voice of a newly minted little hot-wife, a little breathy, a little excitement growing.

Tommy, is this exciting for you to look there and see what Russ did to me?

Yes Min, I gasped somehow its, well very very thrilling.

Exciting, like when we whisper that naughty stuff in bed about fucking?

Yes Min exciting and much much more. I squatted there, between my wifes spread legs; helplessly staring at the slippery shell-pink flesh flesh another guy had just stretched with a thickly stiffened cock.

Can you tell that ah? Her voice went very soft and trailed off. Knowing where her mind was going I waited letting her form her thoughts, choose her words, then she whispered

Tommy just looking, can you tell that that Russ fu... fucked me?

I answered in a shaky quivering voice, Yes Mindy, I can tell

Can you see his his cumm?

Mmm humm.

Blushing like a brand-new little hot-wife, she buried her pretty face in the pillow, I heard a muffled, Ohhh God, should I just just wipe with a tissue?

Then glad that she was not watching the shameful look on my face, I leaned closer to her exposed crotch. The humid scent the sight my mind swirled. Mindys mossy blonde pubic hairs on the top of her mound were still ruffled from their lovemaking. I lifted her knees back a little more and looked through the screen of thin blonde curly hair at the long slice of her cunt her pink crease, slightly splayed, was still exuding warm sticky fluids.

Brushing the thin hair aside and gently splitting Mindys labia with my fingers, I looked down at the gooey little pink crack where his cock had been. I noticed how the little button of her clitoris had still not retracted under its thin cover of skin. It looked to be slightly swollen and tender. Pressing with my eager thumbs, I spread the thin delicate inner lips. They came apart with a soft sticky sound and she felt the touch of cooler air and gasped. And I found myself staring down at the little pinkish opening and resting the tip of my finger against the sticky pink flesh

My flush-faced little hottie lifted a little higher and looked up at me from between her bent-back knees. Thats where he put his penis, she whispered, right there darling, right were you're finger is touching

I heard the words the tantalizing teasing tone and could only groan in response.

The exposure of recently used female parts it was an awesome sight. Before my staring eyes was her female inner flesh, shell pink and slick to the touch. My wifes little pink opening appeared to have been somewhat stretched by his cock and while I held her wider apart, whitish fluids, a mix of her lubricant and his cumm oozed out onto my fingertips.

He came in you? I whispered. Seeing the evidence before my eyes, I still needed the tortuous thrill of hearing her say it again.

Uh-huh, she murmured looking up at me with a shy guilty look.

Twice, he came in me twice, and she broke eye contact and turned her flushed face away. Does that excite you darling that he fucked me twice?

Not surprisingly, that was another facet of the thrill that it had been skin-to-skin sex; that Russ had fucked Mindy to a point of exhaustion and cumm in her, and no layer of protecting latex separated their slippery skin and fluids. Deep inside a dark corner of my mind lurked an intensely strange feeling, one of stress and fright that his sperm was in the belly my fertile young wife.

With that thought hovering in my mind, I moved my thumbs further down between the smooth orbs and pressed her nicely rounded ass-cheeks apart. While I held her splayed buttocks open, a more intense musky scent of sweat and very recent sex wafted through my nostrils. Their hour-long co-mingling of moist genitalia had produced a molecular pungent aroma. Deliberately inhaling a deep breath of their scent, I felt a rushing thrill swirling into the pit of my stomach. From only inches away, and drawing several more breaths, I just let the raw feeling wash through me.

Are you excited to see me like this? Ohhh Tommy is it exciting to touch me there when I'm all wet?

Uh-huh ohh yes.

Tommy Tommy darling do it now, ohhhhhhhhh God, just do it now. Fuck me like Russ did

Under the stress I began to emotionally unravel. Totally unnerved, my fingers trembled as I pulled off my underwear and freed my straining cock. Urgently I came down over her, my hips between her lifting knees, blindly thrusting against her groin feeling with the head of my pulsing cock for that knowing tickle of hair and loose warmth. In an instant it was there moist skin, warm and smooth, starting to close around the head of my cock. With a groan and one firm thrust and I slid smoothly through the moist hairs and into the gooey slick clutch of her warm tissues.

An awesome feeling so slick and warm and smooth. And there was the emotional rush of knowing another man had just had his stiff cock there that my wifes slippery pink flesh had clutched nakedly around him while he fucked her and came in her. Moving in and out of her I could feel the gliding suctioning pull and hear the wet squish of her cunt.

Ahhh ahhhhh, she sighed. Oh yessss darling, you feel so nice.

Did it feel nice with him? I asked, again trying to steer toward the things I wanted to hear.

Mmm hum oh yes but darling fuck me now fuck me just like he did

Her words were whispery with excitement and I had to hear more. Did you undress for him? The tension in my voice was obvious. I was trying to swallow but my mouth had gone dry. The huge knot still held sway in my stomach, but I wanted to play the fantasy game... to hear her tell in that soft whispery voice how she had fucked for another man.

Did you, I asked again, did you take off your clothes for him?

Uh-huh well partially we just

Oh my god, I groaned, tell me how you how it happened?

Maybe I shouldnt its too too embarrassing. Her voice trailed away. She bit her lip, as if feelings of guilt were still welling up inside her. But I could see it in her face, in her open mouth and in her lidded eyes, the excitement. Mindy was reliving it relishing memories of the fuck she had up in the mansion attic. She turned her head to kiss me, a long, lingering and loving kiss. Her tongue was touching with mine. Again I experienced this extraordinary feeling of closeness to her. I held my weight up on knees and elbows and slowed my thrusting striving to prolong it fighting to hold back an orgasm.

Go on tell me, I breathed, reaching up to gently stroke her hair. She turned to look up at my face, seeking reassurance. It excites you to hear this? I gave her a soft, loving smile, yes very much.

Darling, do you want me to tell you like in our fantasy game everything, all that Russ did to me?

Everything, yes everything you did with him, tell me show me, I said softly, trying to ease Mindy over the lingering embarrassment and into the hot world of wife-watching. I wanted the revealing details and her inner most feelings.

Her eyes dropped, but she began to speak again, in a low, almost incoherent voice.

Well okay I'll, tell you darling. Russ took me up into a small space, like up in an attic area. It was dark and I was scared, her voice was quivery as if reliving the experience.

Then Russ lit some candles and there were thick white rugs on the floor, a wide bed and large pillows and silk-like hanging curtains. He took my hand and sat me on the bed and well I had this urge, this instinct to jump up and run back to you.

You wanted to stop him, you were really scared?

Mmm, but he pushed me down and started kissing me and and soon I felt his fingers unbuttoning my blouse. He was kissing me and putting his hands all over me and and he took my blouse off.

Your breasts, I whispered, he was feeling your breasts? Something was driving me a masochistic need to torture myself with every detail.

Mmm, he he unhooked my bra, and he he kissed my nipples.

You were lying back on the bed?

Mmm humm on my back with just my skirt and panties on and he was kissing my nipples and putting his hand up between my legs. I was nervous and trembling all over and he well, he started to pull down my panties.

Did you really want him to stop?

She paused, drew a deep breath and whispered, I guess well at that point I I really didnt.

So you let him take off your panties, wanted to go on with it and make love?

Uh-huh, I guess I did, she gasped the admission in a shy embarrassed tone. He tossed my panties on the floor and well, he took his pants off and in the candle light I could see his cock and he just lifted my skirt and we we did it that way

He lifted up your skirt then he fucked you? I gasped out the words. My excitement was contagious and Mindy was panting out the words as she told me.

Mmmm humm, she whispered, he pulled down my panties and and we well, we just fucked.

Was it exciting really exciting?

Uh-huh like when we talk in bed about other guys

Did his cock feel good? I murmured against her neck.

Uh-huh like just like yours

Was it different bigger?

I noted Mindys hesitation, her internal struggle for the right words, Mmmm, maybe just a little ah longer

Did you cumm with him? I groaned, thinking about the little grunty sounds Mindy makes during orgasm. I remembered the sounds I heard up in the attic loft, squealing cries and the creaking of the bed as he fucked her. I began to press my cock in and out of her in an ever quickening rhythmic, humping of my hips. In whispery voices we were re-living our usual fantasy but this time it was real!

Mmm hmm he made me cumm, she was whispering softly, squirming her pretty buttocks and working toward her orgasm... just like I knew she did for him.

 his cock felt good made you cumm? I was groaning, ready to lose my pent-up semen. It was exciting to fuck for him?

Uh-huh uh-huh she panted against my ear. You love this Tommy, you love hearing this about how he fucked me?

I could feel her pelvic gyrations begin in earnest as the memory of his penis edged her closer. My mind locked on an image of Mindys arms around his neck, her spread knees drawing back, her vagina clutching in little spastic quivers on his long swollen cock.

Did it take him a long time to cumm?

Caught up in the excitement, playing our fantasy game, she whispered, You want to know how long it took him and the feeling of his cock? You want me to tell you how he fucked me??? Mmmm? Do you darling want to hear it all, from the beginning??

Ohhh yes yesss yessss

Mmm, well okay, Ill tell you sweetheart, I'll tell you everything, she whispered.

Her voice was whispery soft, I could feel her warm breath against my ear, her loins undulating and the slippery clutch of her warm cunt as the sordid words passed her quivering lips. He held me down on the bed and kissed me and touched my breasts and he put his hand under my skirt and it scared me but then he got his fingers up between my legs and

Under your panties?

Mmmm humm, and I I loved it, she murmured. I was all alone with him and I loved the helpless feeling when he pulled down my panties and the thrill of him getting on top of me, feeling him between my legs the feeling of him fucking me fucking me hard and cumming in me and his cock, darling, his cock was very long I could feel

Oh god ohhhh, she groaned and I felt her hips twist, the spastic clutching of her belly muscles as an orgasm rippled up through her stomach.

Oh Mindy, I gasped and thought of his cock in my wife as my own sperm pulsed and spurted into her squirming belly.

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Our heads were close on the pillow. An hour had passed, we lay there quietly, our minds back in the real world. I felt the blankets move as she slipped out of bed to pee and then burrow back underneath the warm covers. Shortly her arm curled across my stomach. She was still awake, calm, but still a little troubled by what had happened.

Honey, she whispered.

Uh?

Honey, are you sorry that I that this really happened?

No sweetie, I love you. Are you sorry?

Mmmm, yeah a little

Sweetie, dont be it was my fault.

But but I feel so slutty just enjoying it like like that, I mean cumming like a little tramp.

He was good, uh with his longer cock?

Mmmm, I could sense her blushing in the dark.

Sweetheart, Im glad you enjoyed it, I turned my head and kissed her forehead and gradually started to go to sleep.

Tommy? she whispered a few minutes later.

Uh? I murmured from somewhere between sleep and consciousness.

Was it really exciting I mean, ah, for you too?

Of course, I dont how to explain it but I had a sort of wild scary thrill while you were doing it with him. I know it must be hard for you to understand, I dont understand it myself.

Mmm, yes it was thrilling to well do it like that with a guy not just in one of our fantasies, but just really letting a nice handsome guy fuck me. There was a soft sensual overtone to her whispered words.

Want to again? I murmured fuck another man?

Mmm, well, maybe someday, she murmured. Well, if another right guy happens to come along. But darling, seeing your wife with other guys could be habit forming are you ready for that?

My sweet little hot-wife curled up against my back and as we fell asleep I knew that another someday would not be too far off.

**********

So my friends, there you have it the strange twisty story of Mindy.

Oh yes, I should mention another right guy did just happen along and there was another someday, well, actually several more

Maybe I'll tell you about it someday.

The End
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Thank you and great story!!! :up: :up: Of course we'd like to hear about how it became habit-forming for you both!
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[quote="Bertram W Bronson"]The Making of Mindy,

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Part (7) The conclusion,

As we walked, still hand-in-hand back down the stone-paved walkway, dawn was intruding on the splendorous star filled night. Now the expansive parking area was nearly vacant. The team of uniformed guards was gone, the large iron gate, stood open and unattended. Mindy waited near the car door, arms crossed, her shoulders hunched against the damp chilly air floating inward from San Francisco bay. I eased open the passenger door and just for just a moment we paused looking back up at the mansion.

No longer brightly lit, the mansion now seemed to loom above us, the secrets of my wifes lost innocence locked forever within its high stone walls. With a little shiver, my sweet Mindy slipped into the warmth of my arms, her cheek pressed against the crook of my neck, sweetheart, I'm getting cold, she whispered. Instinctively, my hands eased down along her back, cupping her hips, shielding her from the night air. In that momentary pause, I felt a inexorable pull, my eyes being drawn upward to the high gray slate roof and my mind flashed back to the smell of salt air drifting through the roof vents, the memory of whimpering cries, of shoes and white crumpled panties discarded on the floor of the dusty candle lit attic. Mindy must have heard my deep sigh, because I felt lips her brush warmly against my neck.

Are you sorry sorry this happened? she murmured.

Of course not darling A tender hug followed my whispered assurance and I let her wiggle into the front seat of the car. By time I got to the other side of the car, her head was tipped back against the seat her eyes closed.

Mindy didnt look at me as the car moved back down out of the hills. A mile or two down the road she stirred, sitting up and staring silently out the window, hands clasped in her lap, just watching the city lights coming closer. She shifted her legs, crossing her left over her right and subconsciously tugging down on the hem her skirt. My eyes followed the twisting road, but my mind was still a swirl of thoughts and images. When she crossed her legs and shifted her buttocks sordid thoughts continued to flash through my mind, I wondered if his sperm was leaking into her panties I wondered if shed tucked a tissue into the crotch of her underpants. There was a long deep breath and in the periphery of my vision, I watched her brush her fingers through her silky strands of blonde hair.

Mindy, I whispered, darling, are you all right?

Without a word, she reached across towards me and opened her hand her left hand, the one that carried my gold wedding band on her finger. I eased my hand down and found hers. As if awaiting my reassuring touch, her hand was resting palm-up on my thigh. So many times, even on short road trips we drove that way, with our married fingers intertwined, digits woven together in a bond of love. On this night, we drove in silence, the only communication an occasional squeeze of her warm fingers. I wondered about her thoughts and feelings probably embarrassment at the way she gave in to the urge and very likely, a residual of excitement.

My thoughts? A perplexing jumble confusion and a speck of shame. I felt shame that I had gotten such a strange twisted thrill out of giving my shy pretty wife to another man. That I had urged Mindy to go with him and then sneaked up those rickety wooden stairs and stood hidden in the shadows. But still, shame and humiliation aside, I still felt the thrill of secretly watching them make love, seeing her toss about, feet lifted over his back, her blonde hair shimmering in the flickering candle light.

*******

By the time we reached home, the Sunday morning dawn was edging its way onto the eastern horizon. We stepped into the familiar comfort of our apartment and it was as if we were returning from a dream, that the last several hours had never happened. But as the door clicked shut behind us, Mindy fled into my arms and there was no pretense of innocence on her pretty face, just a sleepy-eyed, but hungry gaze as she slipped her arms around my waist. She leaned into me, soft breasts against my chest, her face and eyes hidden shamefully in the crook of my neck.

Do you want me now, she murmured, after what happened?

Min sweetheart, I need you I'm crazy to have you now.

Then I need you to make love with me darling, then fuck me long and hard and then then hold me in your arms until I fall asleep

Mindy probably needed time to pee, but I was almost frantic, hustling her hand in hand into the bedroom. There was a hollow nagging feeling in my stomach as I pulled her toward our bed, an urgent crazy need to see between her legs and make love with her to have her so soon after after another man had made love with her and released his sperm into clingy warmth of her married young body.

With a quick flip, I whipped the blankets down, stripped off my shirt and quickly dropped my pants. Standing just in my undershorts, I turned and saw Mindy slip off her heels and reach for her zipper. Tugging at the zipper, she turned toward the bathroom. But I just grabbed her around the waist, rolled her down onto the white sheet. I landed partly on top and the breath whooshed out her. Oh my Tom what?

I rolled a little to one side and just as my wife caught her breath, I reached down between us and tossed up her loose rumpled skirt. Less than an hour ago another man had pressed her down on a bed sheet and got her skirt up and now, from that same embarrassing position, she looked up at me, startled and a little surprised.

Oh my ohhh Tom, I should clean up... first The gasp of surprise burst through her lips as she lay there, long shapely legs bare and the bottom of her wrinkled skirt lifted up above her naked belly. Placing my hands on her knees, I tried to spread her thighs. Knowing what I would see, she stiffened, but then slowly, flushed with embarrassment, she relaxed and one bent knee fell a little to the side and I saw the white edge of panty crotch elastic. While looking into her eyes, I gently squeezed the other knee and felt her tighten, Min, I murmured its all right sweetie its all right

Oh Tommy, but my panties are a sticky mess

But Mindy could see the anxiety in my eyes. With my hands on her clasped knees, she must have felt the trembling of my fingers. It was a long moment, but with a flaming blush of shame on her pretty face, my wife slowly eased her naked thighs part and a squishy feeling oozed up into my stomach as the wet crotch of her soiled white panties appeared before my eyes.

Excited, I looked down embarrassed, she looked away. Oh God, she murmured, fuck me darling, but but don't look there.

But with the palm of my left hand resting on one dimpled bent knee, I stared down between the vee of long silky smooth naked thighs. There before my husbandly eyes, was the thin white crotch of Mindys warm humid panties. I looked, fascinated, as though I'd never seem my wife's underpants before. As usual, little tendrils of blondish pubic hair strayed out from under the elastic, but a long oval strip in the center was darkened, stained from seeping moisture.

And I could see another mans dried sperm on the skin of Mindys left thigh. It was a thin streak, grayish white against the tanned skin of her smooth inner thigh. It started just at the edge of her panty elastic, and ran down along the smooth flesh of her inner thigh. The sight of it made my skin crawl and I wondered if a trickle of sperm had leaked out of my wife's vagina before she got back into her panties or if his wet softening cock had brushed her thigh as their genitalia separated.

Ohh Tommy ohhh you shouldn't be looking there ohhh not now, she whined. My panties are all all gluey.

But now she didnt try to push her skirt down or close her legs, she lay compliantly on her back, with her heels pressed against mattress and her bent knees spread widely apart. And though embarrassed and whining, I wondered if somehow she was getting a little secret hot-wife thrill out of exposing herself some extension of our fantasy games.

There was a soft gasp as I lightly pressed my fingers against the sperm-dampened crotch of her panties. Slippery on the tips of my fingers, a glazy sticky film was soaking through the thin fabric.

From a kneeling position between her legs Did you do this for Russ?

Mmm humm.

With fingertips feeling the warm seeping dampness You spread your legs so he could touch your panties?

Uh-huh, she murmured and sneaked a little peak at my eyes.

I squatted there, between Mindys spread knees, mesmerized by the sight of my wifes exposure, by the raw evidence of what had taken place up in that candle lit attic. Easing a fingertip under the panty elastic, I could feel a warm tangle of curly wet hair and slippery flesh. A flush rose on the back of my neck and I reached higher along her hip, slipping my fingers under the elastic panty waist. She felt the little tug as I started to pull her underpants off and she reluctantly pressed her knees together and lifted her hind-end.

Oh my God darling the light can we dim the lamp

As Mindy closed her eyes and turned her face away in embarrassment, I reached out and dimmed the bed lamp just the tiniest bit. Was I feeling a little guilty? Yes, of course. But while her face was turned away, I quickly tugged her panties down to her knees. There was a little whimper, but she slowly lifted her feet, exposing the underside of her lusciously smooth bare buttocks. Unnoticed, I sneaked a quick glance at her pert little anus and a more lingering look at the mucus dampened curls of pubic hair along the length of her little pink furrow. Now I felt even more guilty, but by the time I managed to slip the panties over her bare toes my hands were shaking and we were both a little breathless.

With quivering fingers, I turned Mindys soiled panties in-side-out the crotch, as I expected, was wet and stained with a shiny glaze of still-moist body fluids. His thrusting cock and their rubbing of pubic bones had loosened a few of my wife's blonde pussy hairs and a couple of golden coils were stuck to the gluey panty crotch. The thought of his cock in her curls of pubic hair and their hips rubbing was erotic beyond anything I might ever have imagined.

Drawing an excited breath, I could smell what happened on that candle-lit bed, the musky pee-like scent of recent sex. It wafted up from my wife's soiled panties, their perspiration her glistening female lubrication and his pungent release. With my nerves taught, I squeezed the humid panties into a tight ball, but then, trying to slow the thumping of my heart, I drew a long slow breath, closed my eyes and tried to relax slowly I loosened my fingers and let Mindys panties slip through my fingers and fall to the floor.

Seconds later, I opened my eyes and she was staring up at me wide-open, questioning blue eyes. Tipped onto her back with a weeping vagina and no panties on, her face flushed hotly and she had crossed her trim ankles

Oh darling let me wash first Her voice was quavering uncertain.

Oh no please sweetheart, I need you now now honey, just the way you are.

But Im a mess there she whined.

Let me well, touch you first, quickly, later you can clean-up.

Brimming blue eyes continued staring up at me, quietly questioning. She glanced quickly at the imprint of my cock straining up against my underwear. I could see her mind working, the realization slowly coming into her eyes. Though I didnt quite understand it myself, she seemed to understand my excitement and the primal urge to see her sperm smeared pubic hair and the pinkness of her loosened vagina and my need to reclaim her at that very moment.

You want to make love now, before I clean up? The words formed as a question, but in the tone and soft murmur of her voice was a glimmer of understanding.

The back of my neck felt hot, hands were shaky, my penis painfully stiff and throbbing in my shorts. I felt this overwhelming gnawing urge to look between my wifes legs, to feel her sticky cunt and then just flip up her skirt and make love with her while she was still hot from the arms of another man. Many times, like all married couples, weve made impromptu love with just her skirt up, but this time it had a very special meaning and I suddenly realized at this moment, I wanted her the same way that Russ had her under me, just her panties off and her skirt shucked up around her waist. I had to feel the clasping silky smoothness of her inner thighs, her hips twisting, her cunt warm and slippery on my cock breath panting and the same little sobbing cries coming out of her throat

Yes the way Russ had her, the way he fucked her in the dusty dark attic, nothing else would mitigate the crawling sensation in my stomach.

Alright darling, I I understand, she whispered knowingly. We were beginning to share this now, this living extension of our bed-time fantasy. She drew a soft breath. With her flaming face turned away, and with her panties off, she slowly uncrossed her ankles and rested her head back against the pillow.

Look darling look there if you need to.

And slowly she loosened her pinched knees her long silky thighs fell apart. A little quiver went through her stomach and I saw the ridge of belly muscle tighten as she lifted her feet and she spread, bent knees open, exposing herself for me.

The dimmed bed lamp cast a warm glow between her splayed thighs. I sucked in a quick breath and gazed into her open crotch, glimmering pinkness and wet curls of sticky blondish hair and the same breath rushed back out of me as a soft groan. A groan my wife heard and seemed to understand. Then I heard the timorous voice of a newly minted little hot-wife, a little breathy, a little excitement growing.

Tommy, is this exciting for you to look there and see what Russ did to me?

Yes Min, I gasped somehow its, well very very thrilling.

Exciting, like when we whisper that naughty stuff in bed about fucking?

Yes Min exciting and much much more. I squatted there, between my wifes spread legs; helplessly staring at the slippery shell-pink flesh flesh another guy had just stretched with a thickly stiffened cock.

Can you tell that ah? Her voice went very soft and trailed off. Knowing where her mind was going I waited letting her form her thoughts, choose her words, then she whispered

Tommy just looking, can you tell that that Russ fu... fucked me?

I answered in a shaky quivering voice, Yes Mindy, I can tell

Can you see his his cumm?

Mmm humm.

Blushing like a brand-new little hot-wife, she buried her pretty face in the pillow, I heard a muffled, Ohhh God, should I just just wipe with a tissue?

Then glad that she was not watching the shameful look on my face, I leaned closer to her exposed crotch. The humid scent the sight my mind swirled. Mindys mossy blonde pubic hairs on the top of her mound were still ruffled from their lovemaking. I lifted her knees back a little more and looked through the screen of thin blonde curly hair at the long slice of her cunt her pink crease, slightly splayed, was still exuding warm sticky fluids.

Brushing the thin hair aside and gently splitting Mindys labia with my fingers, I looked down at the gooey little pink crack where his cock had been. I noticed how the little button of her clitoris had still not retracted under its thin cover of skin. It looked to be slightly swollen and tender. Pressing with my eager thumbs, I spread the thin delicate inner lips. They came apart with a soft sticky sound and she felt the touch of cooler air and gasped. And I found myself staring down at the little pinkish opening and resting the tip of my finger against the sticky pink flesh

My flush-faced little hottie lifted a little higher and looked up at me from between her bent-back knees. Thats where he put his penis, she whispered, right there darling, right were you're finger is touching

I heard the words the tantalizing teasing tone and could only groan in response.

The exposure of recently used female parts it was an awesome sight. Before my staring eyes was her female inner flesh, shell pink and slick to the touch. My wifes little pink opening appeared to have been somewhat stretched by his cock and while I held her wider apart, whitish fluids, a mix of her lubricant and his cumm oozed out onto my fingertips.

He came in you? I whispered. Seeing the evidence before my eyes, I still needed the tortuous thrill of hearing her say it again.

Uh-huh, she murmured looking up at me with a shy guilty look.

Twice, he came in me twice, and she broke eye contact and turned her flushed face away. Does that excite you darling that he fucked me twice?

Not surprisingly, that was another facet of the thrill that it had been skin-to-skin sex; that Russ had fucked Mindy to a point of exhaustion and cumm in her, and no layer of protecting latex separated their slippery skin and fluids. Deep inside a dark corner of my mind lurked an intensely strange feeling, one of stress and fright that his sperm was in the belly my fertile young wife.

With that thought hovering in my mind, I moved my thumbs further down between the smooth orbs and pressed her nicely rounded ass-cheeks apart. While I held her splayed buttocks open, a more intense musky scent of sweat and very recent sex wafted through my nostrils. Their hour-long co-mingling of moist genitalia had produced a molecular pungent aroma. Deliberately inhaling a deep breath of their scent, I felt a rushing thrill swirling into the pit of my stomach. From only inches away, and drawing several more breaths, I just let the raw feeling wash through me.

Are you excited to see me like this? Ohhh Tommy is it exciting to touch me there when I'm all wet?

Uh-huh ohh yes.

Tommy Tommy darling do it now, ohhhhhhhhh God, just do it now. Fuck me like Russ did

Under the stress I began to emotionally unravel. Totally unnerved, my fingers trembled as I pulled off my underwear and freed my straining cock. Urgently I came down over her, my hips between her lifting knees, blindly thrusting against her groin feeling with the head of my pulsing cock for that knowing tickle of hair and loose warmth. In an instant it was there moist skin, warm and smooth, starting to close around the head of my cock. With a groan and one firm thrust and I slid smoothly through the moist hairs and into the gooey slick clutch of her warm tissues.

An awesome feeling so slick and warm and smooth. And there was the emotional rush of knowing another man had just had his stiff cock there that my wifes slippery pink flesh had clutched nakedly around him while he fucked her and came in her. Moving in and out of her I could feel the gliding suctioning pull and hear the wet squish of her cunt.

Ahhh ahhhhh, she sighed. Oh yessss darling, you feel so nice.

Did it feel nice with him? I asked, again trying to steer toward the things I wanted to hear.

Mmm hum oh yes but darling fuck me now fuck me just like he did

Her words were whispery with excitement and I had to hear more. Did you undress for him? The tension in my voice was obvious. I was trying to swallow but my mouth had gone dry. The huge knot still held sway in my stomach, but I wanted to play the fantasy game... to hear her tell in that soft whispery voice how she had fucked for another man.

Did you, I asked again, did you take off your clothes for him?

Uh-huh well partially we just

Oh my god, I groaned, tell me how you how it happened?

Maybe I shouldnt its too too embarrassing. Her voice trailed away. She bit her lip, as if feelings of guilt were still welling up inside her. But I could see it in her face, in her open mouth and in her lidded eyes, the excitement. Mindy was reliving it relishing memories of the fuck she had up in the mansion attic. She turned her head to kiss me, a long, lingering and loving kiss. Her tongue was touching with mine. Again I experienced this extraordinary feeling of closeness to her. I held my weight up on knees and elbows and slowed my thrusting striving to prolong it fighting to hold back an orgasm.

Go on tell me, I breathed, reaching up to gently stroke her hair. She turned to look up at my face, seeking reassurance. It excites you to hear this? I gave her a soft, loving smile, yes very much.

Darling, do you want me to tell you like in our fantasy game everything, all that Russ did to me?

Everything, yes everything you did with him, tell me show me, I said softly, trying to ease Mindy over the lingering embarrassment and into the hot world of wife-watching. I wanted the revealing details and her inner most feelings.

Her eyes dropped, but she began to speak again, in a low, almost incoherent voice.

Well okay I'll, tell you darling. Russ took me up into a small space, like up in an attic area. It was dark and I was scared, her voice was quivery as if reliving the experience.

Then Russ lit some candles and there were thick white rugs on the floor, a wide bed and large pillows and silk-like hanging curtains. He took my hand and sat me on the bed and well I had this urge, this instinct to jump up and run back to you.

You wanted to stop him, you were really scared?

Mmm, but he pushed me down and started kissing me and and soon I felt his fingers unbuttoning my blouse. He was kissing me and putting his hands all over me and and he took my blouse off.

Your breasts, I whispered, he was feeling your breasts? Something was driving me a masochistic need to torture myself with every detail.

Mmm, he he unhooked my bra, and he he kissed my nipples.

You were lying back on the bed?

Mmm humm on my back with just my skirt and panties on and he was kissing my nipples and putting his hand up between my legs. I was nervous and trembling all over and he well, he started to pull down my panties.

Did you really want him to stop?

She paused, drew a deep breath and whispered, I guess well at that point I I really didnt.

So you let him take off your panties, wanted to go on with it and make love?

Uh-huh, I guess I did, she gasped the admission in a shy embarrassed tone. He tossed my panties on the floor and well, he took his pants off and in the candle light I could see his cock and he just lifted my skirt and we we did it that way

He lifted up your skirt then he fucked you? I gasped out the words. My excitement was contagious and Mindy was panting out the words as she told me.

Mmmm humm, she whispered, he pulled down my panties and and we well, we just fucked.

Was it exciting really exciting?

Uh-huh like when we talk in bed about other guys

Did his cock feel good? I murmured against her neck.

Uh-huh like just like yours

Was it different bigger?

I noted Mindys hesitation, her internal struggle for the right words, Mmmm, maybe just a little ah longer

Did you cumm with him? I groaned, thinking about the little grunty sounds Mindy makes during orgasm. I remembered the sounds I heard up in the attic loft, squealing cries and the creaking of the bed as he fucked her. I began to press my cock in and out of her in an ever quickening rhythmic, humping of my hips. In whispery voices we were re-living our usual fantasy but this time it was real!

Mmm hmm he made me cumm, she was whispering softly, squirming her pretty buttocks and working toward her orgasm... just like I knew she did for him.

 his cock felt good made you cumm? I was groaning, ready to lose my pent-up semen. It was exciting to fuck for him?

Uh-huh uh-huh she panted against my ear. You love this Tommy, you love hearing this about how he fucked me?

I could feel her pelvic gyrations begin in earnest as the memory of his penis edged her closer. My mind locked on an image of Mindys arms around his neck, her spread knees drawing back, her vagina clutching in little spastic quivers on his long swollen cock.

Did it take him a long time to cumm?

Caught up in the excitement, playing our fantasy game, she whispered, You want to know how long it took him and the feeling of his cock? You want me to tell you how he fucked me??? Mmmm? Do you darling want to hear it all, from the beginning??

Ohhh yes yesss yessss

Mmm, well okay, Ill tell you sweetheart, I'll tell you everything, she whispered.

Her voice was whispery soft, I could feel her warm breath against my ear, her loins undulating and the slippery clutch of her warm cunt as the sordid words passed her quivering lips. He held me down on the bed and kissed me and touched my breasts and he put his hand under my skirt and it scared me but then he got his fingers up between my legs and

Under your panties?

Mmmm humm, and I I loved it, she murmured. I was all alone with him and I loved the helpless feeling when he pulled down my panties and the thrill of him getting on top of me, feeling him between my legs the feeling of him fucking me fucking me hard and cumming in me and his cock, darling, his cock was very long I could feel

Oh god ohhhh, she groaned and I felt her hips twist, the spastic clutching of her belly muscles as an orgasm rippled up through her stomach.

Oh Mindy, I gasped and thought of his cock in my wife as my own sperm pulsed and spurted into her squirming belly.

************

Our heads were close on the pillow. An hour had passed, we lay there quietly, our minds back in the real world. I felt the blankets move as she slipped out of bed to pee and then burrow back underneath the warm covers. Shortly her arm curled across my stomach. She was still awake, calm, but still a little troubled by what had happened.

Honey, she whispered.

Uh?

Honey, are you sorry that I that this really happened?

No sweetie, I love you. Are you sorry?

Mmmm, yeah a little

Sweetie, dont be it was my fault.

But but I feel so slutty just enjoying it like like that, I mean cumming like a little tramp.

He was good, uh with his longer cock?

Mmmm, I could sense her blushing in the dark.

Sweetheart, Im glad you enjoyed it, I turned my head and kissed her forehead and gradually started to go to sleep.

Tommy? she whispered a few minutes later.

Uh? I murmured from somewhere between sleep and consciousness.

Was it really exciting I mean, ah, for you too?

Of course, I dont how to explain it but I had a sort of wild scary thrill while you were doing it with him. I know it must be hard for you to understand, I dont understand it myself.

Mmm, yes it was thrilling to well do it like that with a guy not just in one of our fantasies, but just really letting a nice handsome guy fuck me. There was a soft sensual overtone to her whispered words.

Want to again? I murmured fuck another man?

Mmm, well, maybe someday, she murmured. Well, if another right guy happens to come along. But darling, seeing your wife with other guys could be habit forming are you ready for that?

My sweet little hot-wife curled up against my back and as we fell asleep I knew that another someday would not be too far off.

**********

So my friends, there you have it the strange twisty story of Mindy.

Oh yes, I should mention another right guy did just happen along and there was another someday, well, actually several more

Maybe I'll tell you about it someday.

The End 