Husband Ray


We had been married just over a year when I noticed that my husband,
Ray, seemed to have gone off sex. It wasn't that he had gone off me
it was just that every time I initiated sex with him, it seemed that
either he was too tired, didn't feel like it or couldn't get an
erection. At first I suspected that he might be having an affair,
but doubted this as he is not very outgoing and is a bit shy with
women. I found out the reason by accident when I was clearing out
some papers from the room he uses as an office at home. Tucked in
the back of the drawer were numerous mens magazines. They had all
been well read judging by the state of them. I was annoyed at first,
mostly that Ray had been spending his time reading these magazines
rather than paying attention to me. I was intrigued enough though to
read a few of the magazines to see just what Ray found interesting
in them.

It amazed me that so many of the letters were from men who, it
appeared, enjoyed seeing their wives having sex with other men,
especially when the men were better endowed than the husband or were
better lovers or both. I'd always thought that if a wife had sex
with another man it would be grounds for divorce, not something the
husband would get excited about. Reading all these letters opened my
eyes and made me think again about my relationship with Ray.
Presumably Ray found this exciting and I wondered if this was the
way to rekindle our sex life.

I didn't say anything about the magazines at first to Ray but
checked the drawer at regular intervals. Sure enough new copies
turned up and I also noticed that often they would be left open at
the letters pages, especially where it concerned what I had come to
learn was called wife watching. I admit that the constant reading of
the same theme in these letters affected me and I began to have
fantasies about teasing Ray by flirting with other men and possibly
letting them have sex with me.

I wanted to bring the subject up with Ray but knew it was something
that I would have to be tactful about. Ray isn't the most confident
person, especially when it comes to sex. He isn't very well endowed
and I felt that the initiative would have to come from him. I did
feel however that I could help him by changing the way I dressed and
acted and see how he reacted to it.

I was pleased by the look on Ray's face when I showed him my
purchases the following Saturday. I had spent most of the day at the
shops and had bought what amounted to several new outfits, including
new underwear. Ray's eyes lit up when I tried on my new mini skirts,
the longest of which came to mid thigh. He also loved my skimpy
panties and lace bras. We agreed that I should wear one of the
outfits to a party we were going to the following weekend. It was
after my fashion show that Ray and I had sex, the first time for
several weeks. Ray was like a man possessed as he pushed the little
skirt up my thighs and, without even removing my pants, entered me.
I played with my clit as Ray pounded into me but even with this
stimulation he came before I could.

As Ray withdrew from me I continued to play with my clit. He lay
beside me and watched as I held the flimsy panties to one side and
teased my hard little bud then ran my fingers down into my hole and
back up to my clit again. It was probably something that I had read
in one of the magazines that made me reach out to Ray with my wet
fingers and run them over his lips. Ray was surprised at first, we
had indulged in oral sex but he had never gone down on me after we
had made love and so tasting his own cum off my fingers was a new
experience for him. He didn't complain though so I began dipping my
fingers into my vagina and then wiping the sticky mess onto his lips
and face. Soon I had Ray literally eating out of my hand as I fed
him his own cum. Eventually I got him on his knees with his face
between my legs, giving me a good licking. I had already fed him
most of what he had deposited in me but he gave me a great orgasm as
he licked and sucked at my juicy hole.

Our sex life improved after this, with Ray eating me out after
fucking me becoming a regular part of our love making. We were also
having sex more often. I was wearing sexier clothes and this seemed
to have an effect on Ray, especially when we had been out for the
evening and other men had been getting glimpses of my exposed thighs
and, on one occasion, my stocking tops and perhaps my panties.

When we got home in the evening I always brought the subject up of
the other men who had been looking at me. I knew now that this
excited him and I knew that I was going to get fucked when he got me
home. I must admit to teasing Ray as I told him about the men
looking at my body, I even made up instances to tell him about when
nothing had actually happened. I was really just leading him on till
I got him to  let me fuck with another man. I knew with the
attention that I was now getting from men that I could have my pick
whenever I wanted, but I wanted to do it with Ray's agreement.

I felt that it was time now to move Ray onto the next stage in my
plan. I stopped him having intercourse with me, we still had sex,
quite often in fact as my flirting and teasing with other men
aroused Ray so much, but I got him to masturbate himself while I
watched or I would do it for him on rare occasions. I also began to
tease him, gently at first, about his penis. I started introducing
words such as 'little' and 'small' as I spoke about his cock,
telling him to wank his little cock as he licked my pussy. It sounds
cruel but Ray seemed to love it, and his fist would be a blur as he
wanked himself off. I always made sure he cleaned up properly after
he came and this would mean licking up his spunk from wherever he
had shot it, whether it was the bed, the carpet or just into his
hand. I knew that I had full control over Ray now and that he would
go along with anything that I wanted.

It was while Ray was between my thighs one evening, his tongue up my
pussy that I decided to push him one stage further. I was having
trouble reaching an orgasm and was getting frustrated so I pushed
Ray away and told him to fetch me his magazines from his office. His
face was a picture, like a little boy caught with his pants down. He
tried acting innocent at first, denying all knowledge of them, but
when I insisted, he went away red faced and got them.

As he handed them to me I decided to tease him further by asking him
if he enjoyed reading about wives playing around and wondered if it
turned him on. He denied it at first but then admitted that he found
it interesting when I pointed out that all the magazines were open
at pages relating to wife watching. I got Ray to talk about it for a
while and we read some of the letters together. I then told him I'd
like to watch him wank as he read them out loud to me. He seemed
keen and as he read I watched his hand jerking up and down his
little penis.

My own hand strayed down to my clit and we masturbated together as
Ray read out the letters. We came at the same time, Ray shooting his
load across my legs as my fingers brought me to a shuddering orgasm.

It didn't take much after this to get Ray to admit that he would
like me to fuck other men. I said that I would do it for him so long
as he wouldn't get jealous and would still love me and to prove it
he would have to lick my pussy afterwards. Ray agreed, and I was
like the cat that had the cream. My husband wanted me to screw
around and would be there for me afterwards to clean me up with his
tongue, what more could a young girl want?

It was two weeks later that I was unfaithful to Ray for the first
time, and it was great. A girl friend from work was having a small
party at her apartment and she invited Ray and I, however I told Ray
that I wanted to go alone, and he agreed. I spent over an hour
getting ready, with Ray helping me to get dressed. I found it a
special thrill to let Ray pick my underwear for my evening out, with
both of us knowing and hoping that another man would be removing it
later that night.

When I got to my friend Katie's apartment everyone assumed that Ray
and I had had an argument, but I told them that I had left him at
home with some chores to do, which was true, and that he was quite
happy for me to go out on my own and enjoy myself. Some of the
guests found this strange and others found it amusing, but most of
the men saw it as a green light to try and chat me up, which was
great. I knew most of the people there as most of them were from
work so we got along well and by the time I had the fourth or fifth
drink brought to me I was feeling quite light headed.

I believe that I was the only girl on her own at the party and so I
had my choice of all the single men and was never short of a dancing
partner. As the drinks flowed so the inhibitions were lost and the
men wasted no time in groping me as we danced or chatted. I could
feel myself getting wet as one man after another nuzzled my ear or
ran his hands over my ass.

I wasn't very choosy that evening and went to the bedroom with the
first man who asked me. I decided not to get undressed and let Geoff
fuck me with my skirt pulled up around my waist. I took off my
panties as he dropped his trousers around his ankles. He was bigger
than Ray and it hurt a bit as he pushed his cock into me, actually
it hurt more than when Ray took my virginity on our wedding night.
It didn't take Geoff long to cum, but just the extra length and
width of his cock had made me cum twice before he pumped me full of
his seed.

There wasn't much romance about it. As soon as he finished Geoff
rolled off me and pulled his trousers back up. He kissed me on the
lips and thanked me, which I thought was nice and I just lay there
with my legs apart and his warm cum running down the crease of my
bum as he went back to join the party. I lay there for a few minutes
savouring the feeling of having been fucked properly at last, Ray
had never been able to make me cum when we fucked, I always had to
use my fingers or, lately, get Ray to use his tongue on me.

It was when I sat up and tried to straighten out my clothing that I
noticed two things. The first was that Geoff had taken my panties
with him, presumably as a souvenir, and the second was that I now
had a large, wet cum stain on the back of my skirt. I tried to clean
myself up as much as possible but it was quite obvious from looking
at me what had happened. Minutes later, when I rejoined the party, I
realised that I had no chance of hiding the fact that Geoff had
fucked me. He was standing with a group of friends laughing and
joking, but also holding my little white panties in his hand. I
decided to brazen it out and walked over to him and reached for my
pants. Geoff held them out of reach until I asked for them and said
'please'. He gave them to me then and I actually slipped them back
on while all the men watched. Unashamedly I took my shoes off and,
as six pairs of male eyes watched, I pulled the pants up my legs and
thighs holding my skirt up to straighten them at the waist. All the
guys there had a good look at my pussy as I arranged my panties and
I felt truly liberated now and also a bit slutty.

I asked Geoff to run me home but he made me wait till he had
finished his drink. I stood there with cum still running down  my
thighs and drying on the back of my skirt as I waited for my lover
to take me home to my husband.

Ray was in bed when I got home. I think when he saw me walk into the
bedroom he knew what had happened. I looked down at him as he lay
there and I knew that our life wouldn't be the same after this. I
still loved him but I felt superior to him now. I reached down and
pulled away the sheet that was covering him. He was naked and he had
an erection and was holding it with one hand, his fist almost
covering the little organ. I felt pity for him, that he was always
going to be laughed at, secretly or openly, by women and other men
because of the size of his penis.

Ray began to stroke himself as I watched, unable to see the contempt
in my eyes, or maybe he could see it and in a strange way found it
exciting. I undressed as he slowly wanked himself. When I was naked
I stood by the bed and told him to look at my pussy. His eyes moved
down and I knew that he could see the tell tale signs that show a
woman has been fucked, in this case that his wife had been fucked,
the matted pubic hair, the red puffy lips hanging loose, the dried
semen on her thighs. Ray took all this in and his hand moved faster
and faster on his cock.

I knelt beside him on the bed, sitting back on my heels and
spreading my thighs for Ray to see my open cunt hole. His hand was
now a blur as he wanked himself. I ran my hand down my stomach and
through my pubic hair till I was fingering my hard little clit. I
slipped one finger inside my open hole then brought it up to my
mouth and sucked it. This action brought Ray off and he was shooting
a thin stream of cum onto his belly as I licked my finger. Again I
felt contempt for this little man, that he had got so excited by his
wife's infidelity that he had cum all over himself.

When he had finished jerking off his little penis I straddled his
face and lowered myself down so that his nose and mouth were covered
by my hot, wet pussy. I could feel Ray's tongue as he ran it around
my slit then up inside my hole. I pressed down further not bothering
whether he could breathe or not, just wanting to satisfy myself,
wanting to smother him in my lovers cum. I came really quickly but
carried on until I came again, then I let Ray free from between my
thighs. I looked down at him, his face between my knees, and I knew
that he now realised that I was in control of our marriage and our
lives. Ray knew his place now and accepted it because he knew that
he could not compete with other men and that I wouldn't be satisfied
with his inadequate little cock any more.


