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 Wife's night out with the girls.  (Wife, MMF, Reluct?, Cuckold) by Brob

   She called and said she was on the way home.  She said she had a
surprise for me.

   We had been together for 15 years.  She had learned of my desire for her
to go out with other men early on, though she never really embraced the
idea.  At first she had met this with extreme skepticism.  She thought it
was just me trying to justify getting something on the side myself.

   At some point it dawned on her though.  She couldn't really believe what
I wanted.  She began to become a bit more comfortable with some time and
persistence.  At some point she turned the corner.  Then she learned to
enjoy it, teasing me with it.  It had started with my getting her to tell
me about other men she had been with.  She saw first hand the effect it had
on me which encouraged her.

   At the same time I would encourage her to dress a bit more daring when
we went out.  She's not a small woman, but she has held up very well.  She
has a very sexy body, and large breasts that she tends to downplay when she
can.  Dressing sexier was something she was very reluctant to do, until we
took a vacation down to Mexico .

   We were in an adult only resort.  Not a nudist sort of place or
anything, though there were a few women laying around topless.  Mostly just
an adult crowd.  On this vacation my wife had decided to surprise me.  She
hadn't even brought a bra with her.  Sounds tame I know, but this was a big
thing for her.

   As I mentioned, she's a bit large in that area, partially due to some
enhancements many years previously.  But for the same reason, her breasts
were still amazingly firm.

   She had this selection of sundresses that she wore anytime we weren't at
the pool.  Thinking about it now, a bra just wouldn't have worked with them
anyway.  Regardless, the effect was that her girls were "out there" on
display much of the time.

   I've never been more proud of her.  Nothing really significant happened
on that trip.  There were several men that would flirt with her, and she
seemed receptive.  She always did this while I was around, perhaps at the
other side of the pool or at a disco.  Whether she was doing it for my
benefit I don't know, but I did get the impression she was judging my
reactions.

   My reaction was that I couldn't get enough of her!!  She seemed
especially ready whenever to got her into the bed.  I kept imagining it was
one of the other guests that had gotten her that way.  A great vacation all
in all.

   The culmination of the trip was on the trip home.  It was a whole plane
full of suntanned vacationers on their way home.  Everyone was pretty much
still in their vacation mode.  She was in one of her sundresses.  It was
white, and just sheer enough to make out what she had on underneath.

   She even asked me as she was dressing, if it was "too tacky." She knew
full well what my answer would be I'm sure.  But I did play down the fact
that I could fairly easily distinguish that she was wearing only a thong
under it.  If you looked very closely, you could make out the shadow of her
nipples.

   No big deal, we were just with a bunch of other vacationers.  But, when
we got home to Dallas I think she began to think twice about what she had
chosen to wear.  We were in the airport with lots of others, from business
suits down to students in shorts and flip-flops.

   I did notice a few discrete looks she was getting.  Then, wouldn't you
know it, there was my boss.  He was coming towards us, I saw him before he
saw me, mostly because he was looking at my wife.  And I'm thinking he was
just distracted enough not to recognize her right away.

   We stopped and spoke for a bit, him asking about the vacation.  He was
smiling and gesturing, doing his best not to stare at my wife's breasts. 
Her nipples were dark and standing out now.  It was cooler in Dallas than
when we'd left.

   "You guys look like the vacation has done you well.  Great tan" he says,
using the line as an excuse to step back and look at Cheryl.  I purposely
kept up the conversation with him, delaying things a bit.  She looked at me
with this exasperated look and I knew it was time to get out.

   In the car, she acted furious.  I just leaned over and kissed her, full
open mouth, passionate.  Her reaction was immediate, I knew her well enough
that from that kiss I could tell she was already wet and ready.

   "Take me home."

   That was a couple of years ago.  She has really become more confident in
herself, and confident in my commitment to her I think.  She does dress a
bit more revealing, but she will always be a classy lady.  Never trampish.
Several of the men among our circle of friends have showed enough attention
to make her realize she would just have to say the word.

   This night though, she had been out with a couple of girls from work and
called to say she had a surprise for me.  To my knowledge she had never
cheated on me, even though I had pretty much given her the go ahead to do
so.

   I lay there in our bed waiting for her.  At a minimum I knew I was going
to get lucky with my lady when she got home.  She came in and I heard her
downstairs.  She was fixing herself a drink I could tell from the sound of
the ice tinkling in the glass.

   When she came in she handed me one too and went into the bathroom to
change.  When she came back she was in a short robe, which is a little out
of character for her, she has never been the least bit self conscious
around me and she usually sleeps in the nude.

   She downed her drink and sat it on the bedside table.  The light was
very low.  She sat at the edge of the bed and pulled the covers back,
finding me naked, and very erect.  This made her smile.  She asked me if I
loved her.  Silly question that, but I responded in the affirmative.  Then
she kissed me.  Her mouth covering mine.  That kiss, it really is amazing
how much communication there can be in a kiss, especially with someone you
have known for so long.

   She had obviously had more to drink than the one she came upstairs with.
She had a hand moving down my belly, to rub my erection.

   I brought a hand up inside her robe, to her breast.  I've said before
she has incredible breasts.  They are just perfect!  And still very
sensitive even though she's had them augmented.  I've known her on several
occasions to have an orgasm with no other stimulation than to her breasts
and nipples.

   When I rolled a nipple between my fingers I felt her take in a breath.
"I've been a bad girl" she whispered into my neck.  I actually didn't
really hear it at first, she had to repeat it.  That caused a surge in me
that she surely felt with her hand wrapped around me.

   She allowed me to push her robe down over her shoulders.  The was tight
against me.  I could feel the heat of her body.  She threw her leg over
mine and I could feel the wetness between her legs.

   I can't even tell you everything that was going through my head.  It was
moving too fast.  My mouth was dry.  In only a moment I had rolled her onto
her back and pushed deep inside.

   She began to cum almost immediately.  Sometimes when she orgasms,
especially when she's been drinking, it can go on for a few minutes.  Waves
of spasms move over her, her eyes close and she surrenders herself to it,
to me.

   As she was cumming like this, in the dim light, I see it.  It's a
hickey, right there on her breast!  Holy Shit!  There's no point in talking
to her at this point.  But she knows what I'm seeing.  Feels me touch it.
Lean down to kiss it as I keep pushing in and out of her.

   It was so sexy, that moment of realization.  Then I notice another on
her other breast, a bit smaller, and then, was that teeth marks?  I know
she loves having her breasts played with, but I figured they had to be
sore, it looked like they'd been fairly worked over.

   It didn't stop me though.  From pinching her nipples, letting her feel
that pain as she was cumming.  She loves this, though I suspect this might
have been a bit different than she was used to.

   When we had both cum, I lay there on her, my head on her breast, telling
her exactly how much I loved her.  But she was already asleep.

   It was several days later before I got the story.  I had to coax it out
of her, at a moment when she was turned on and needy.  I'll never forget
that night, and I'm thinking she won't either.  Her night at she relayed to
me:
She had gone out for drinks with some work friends, it was one of those
hotel lobby bars.  Her and her friends had caught the attention of a couple

of travelling engineers in town doing some kind of telecom work.

   My wife, who is 36 was the oldest of the group, her two friends from the
office were both in their 20s.  These two guys were around 25 and very
polite and outgoing.  They had worked their way in to sit at the table with
them, buying the drinks and just having a good time.

   This particular club has a DJ and a dance floor.  It gets a decent happy
hour crowd going.  Mixed locals and out-of-town travelers.  Anyway, they
got to dancing.  The place plays mostly top 40s from any decade.  It tends
to get peoples feet moving.

   They all danced together mostly, a few taking breaks here and there. 
Everyone having a good time.  The guys would get a little touchy at times,
all in good fun.  Nothing she couldn't handle.

   At around 9pm the girls decided to was time to leave, they had ridden
together.  My wife agreed, indicating she was going to the ladies room on
the way out.  They said their goodbyes and parted ways.  She realized she
had probably shouldn't drive right away, and she walked down the hotel
hallway towards the restroom.

   She freshened up a bit and was surprised to find the guys closeby when
she came out.  She wasn't alarmed or anything.  They said they just wanted
to make sure she was alright.  They were in one of those phone lobbies that
some hotels have, down by the meeting rooms.  She realized she was a bit
drunker than she had first thought.

   Then one of them was holding her up.  Helping her to lean against the
counter.  The other went off to get her some coffee.  He had no sooner left
than the other one was kissing her.  She says that it seemed natural at the
time.

   The other one returned with a cup of coffee and a big glass of water. 
They sat on a couch in one of those little sitting areas by the meeting
rooms, the ones that are always deserted at night.  She remembers them
really turning on the flattery.  Obvious as it was, she was liking it,
especially when they told her those younger girls she had been with have
nothing on her.

   Have I mentioned she has really great breasts?  Well, somehow that topic
came up.  Her's being much better than those other girls.  Well, all this
seemed pretty funny, in a strange sort of way she said.  Then she remembers
the other one kissing her.

   She says it was all a bit of a blur.  But before she knew it her blouse
was open and they were both playing with her breasts.  If there is anything
that gets my wife going its having her breasts played with.  They were both
sucking and tugging.  Then using their fingers to pull and twist them, just
enough so they would ache.

   I know the squeaks and little moans that kind of play can cause in her.
One of them put a big hickey on her breast and showed it to the other.  Of
course that one had to out-do the first.  Soon they were both sucking on
her breasts at the same time as the security guard rounded the corner.

   She screamed, they screamed and stood, leaving her sitting there on the
couch with her arms crossed over her bare swollen breasts.

   The security guard was coming to her rescue, at least in his mind.  She
told him she was fine, that she was just leaving.  The guys were already
moving down the hallway as she got herself back into her bra and buttoned
up her blouse.

   The guard walked her all the way to the car.  She knew he had gotten an
eye full, and had seen the abuse her breasts had taken.  She was
embarrassed, and turned on, and just kind of generally freaked out.

   She sat in the car for a bit collecting her thoughts.  That's when she
called me to let me know she was on the way home...