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Date: Thu, 01 May 1997 18:21:29 -0600
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Subject: Pauls Story (mmf wife)
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I collect stories like this, will trade 1 for 1 with anyone who wants to
email me one like it (mmf-wife )at gp@kos.net


Usual disclaimers

I am not the author, just a reposter

PAUL'S STORY
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My wife had become particularly pissed at the party and as she did
when in this state, relieved herself of her usual prudish nature. She
whispered into my ear, with a slur, that she wanted me to fuck
her. She never talked like that when she was sober, the utterance of
foul language totally turned her off. So these words were most exiting
to my equally drunken mind. I grabbed her hand and led her to the
stairs in the main hall of the very large country retreat.

We ran up the stairs giggling in anticipation of what we were about to
do, trying each door of the unfamiliar and deserted hallway. The first
unlocked room we found, amount a choice of what must have been 20
doors, was the bathroom and my need to relieve myself of the wine I
had consumed was, at that point, far greater than any other
urge. Jessica kissed me on the lips and skipped off down the hall
saying she would find a room.  I called after her that I wanted her
ready for me when I returned, and she giggled back some pun about
finding it 'hard'.

In its semi-erect state pissing was difficult and I had to calm my
mind so as to get the needed relief of an emptying bladder. As I
washed my hands my mind wandered to my wifes slender body. She was so
perfect and I loved to run my hands over her silky white skin. Her
beautiful pert breasts and small erect nipples, her flat stomach, firm
rounded buttocks and etched pubic hair, How I loved her body. She had
been a model for a number of years before she started her own business
but still kept her athletic look.

My thoughts were still far away as I exited the bathroom and walked
straight into a man that was making his way briskly down the corridor.

"So where's the action?", he blurted in a loud brash manner "Word is
the party's up here".

His sudden appearance and unexpected confrontation threw me and more
through reflex than calculation, I offhandedly joked that mine was in
there, gesturing a hand towards the door my wife had entered. Without
an utterance he turned and began to made his way in the direction of
my waving arm.  I lunged and grabbed his shoulder to which he barked
an angry "What?" then smiled as if the word was not his own. As he
turned to face me I took in for the first time the man that stood
before me.  He was short, in his mid forties, well dressed in an
expensive suit and well groomed. He was quite a good looking bloke
with short greying hair and his earlier words now seemed out of place
with his conservative look.

"I'll go first" he commanded with obvious impatience, the alcohol on
his breath filling my nostrils. He stared intently waiting for my
retort.

"I'm told she likes the game of hard to get", my voice pronounced as
my mind deciphered what it said. It was as if a stranger spoke my
words and I just stood and listened. The whole thing started to become
unreal as a wave of alcoholic buzz hit my brain and I staggered, the
sound of a door slam echoing in my head.

I shook my head to try and clear it but it had a detrimental effect
forcing me to grab the wall to steady myself. I lumbered towards the
door and pressed down on the handle but it was locked. I stayed there,
head resting on it, fighting back my drunken state and listening to
the voices from beyond the wooden barrier.

"...yeah! sure you don't. You were begging for it as I walked through
the door." a male voice sneered loudly.

"OK, OK" I heard my wife exclaim, "But don't rip the dress. My husband
will be along soon..." My wife was trying to put authority into her
voice but it wavered as her voice tapered off to a volume I couldn't
hear . My head had cleared a bit as the male voice demanded in a loud
but sympathetic voice if he could just have one look at her breasts. I
was about to bang on the door and demand access when to my surprise I
hear my wife stress "...but no touching."

There was silence for a moment and then the shouting voices were
replaced with normal tones, inaudible through the thick wooden door. I
strained to hear as thoughts of my wife revealed her beautiful body to
this man swam in my head.

My thoughts were interrupted by laughing voices from down the corridor
and in panic at being seen listening at a door I ran for the
bathroom. I sat there panting slightly as breath became hard to take
waiting for the voices to pass so I could put an end to this
madness. What had I done?. But the voices didn't pass and soon a knock
at the door as a woman questioned "Is there anyone in there?"

Shit! Shit! Shit! maybe they'll go away, and then the knock again as
the handle was pushed down. "Just a minute" I whined. I turned on the
tap and threw water over my face, my panic and confusion showing
clearly from my reddened complexion.

"OK pull yourself together" I said to myself as I stared into the face
of this stranger in the mirror. I dried, straightened my clothes and
moved boldly to the door.

As I stepped into the corridor I was greeted by three friendly couples
as the first lady squeezed past me and quickly shut the door. I headed
off towards the stairs concentrating on walking as soberly as I could
but probably looking worse though my stiff posture. At the bottom of
the stairs people milled in small groups talking and laughing. I knew
none of them as this was my wife's invitation and I was a stranger. I
grabbed another drink from a passing waiters tray and tried to sip it
calmly waiting for the toilet goers to return. I was going to knock
that door down, I growled to myself as the guilt of my invitation
filled my mind. But my anger flagged as the thoughts of Jessica
exposing her body to that stranger brought activity back to my
loins. I tried to be annoyed at the thoughts of what was going on but
but the picture of my wife tentatively lowering her dress to reveal
her naked breasts to this lust filled man, just made my erection
grow. I twisted and turned in an effort to hide it, sure that all
could hear my thoughts, then scurried to a vacant chair at the foot of
the stairs, placing a discarded menu card on my lap, and read
intently.

The more I thought hurry up, the more my mind wandered and the more
turned on I became. Pressing down on my bulge only heightened the
sensation as I desperately tried to interest myself in the menu for a
meal I had already had. As I read it for what must have been the
seventeenth time, glancing occasionally at the stairwell for signs of
the returning couples, A familiar voice interrupted.

"You were right!! what a woman. Hard to get but loved it in the end!"
It was him. I tried to stand but he subconsciously forced me to remain
seated by his position. He had a story to tell and he wanted me to be
the first to hear it. I wanted to stand and push him out the way, hit
him, do something, but my legs were like jelly and I couldn't move.

He whispered with glee how she had really played hard to get under
some pretence that her husband was coming and my heart sank, realising
I had let her down. But I listened like a child as he unravelled his
tale of his conquest over this beautiful creature. He told how he got
more and more turned on the more she resisted his advance, but how he
eventually got her down to just her knickers and laughed as he
explained how gullible she was to believe he just wanted to look and
not touch.

He described the feel of the breasts I knew so well, how her nipples
became erect as he tweaked and squeezed them. How she tried to pull
away when he thrust her hand down the front of his trousers, but he
held her wrist firm while he enjoyed the touch of her flesh pressing
hard on his cock. He recalled the event with every detail like he knew
subconsciously I wanted to know all.

He explained how she changed her objections when he told her he wanted
to fuck her. She undid his trousers, he recounted, and took his cock
in hand wrapping her fingers around its girth, massaging it gently
with an expert touch.

"I nearly came" he grinned, and told how he saw her little game but
how she stopped with a squeal when he slipped his fingers between her
legs and pumped into her soft damp channel.

I listened as he salivated over each action like a man that had hunted
and returned home proudly with tales of great adventures and I sat as
would a little boy in awe. To listen to the seduction of my wife and
how this man would tell his tale to me a stranger like we had been
friends for life.

He said how her resolve had faded as he climbed between her legs
spreading her thighs with his. He swallowed the last of the wine in my
glass and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He licked his
lips with a momentary distant look as if recalling the events in his
mind to ensure that they were indeed true. Then he continued with
renewed passion at how at first the end of his cock would not seem to
fit but as he pushed harder his pre-cum lubricated his entrance and her
vaginal lips stretched to what seemed like their limits to reluctantly
accept him. He said after one thrust how easily he slid in and out and
how tight and wet she was.

How as he came deep inside her she quivered and let out a gasp,
wrapping her legs around his back and gripping his shoulders as her
body tensed. Then as he pulled his softening penis from its cum filled
haven, another gasp escaped her lips and her hand clamped down between
her legs, her legs shutting tight, as if to stop its contents from
getting out.

His words became distant as I fought to comprehend the events that had
been lain so descriptively before me. But reality returned with a jolt
as he slapped me on the arm and said "So she's all yours"

I ran up the stairs two at a time, was I mad? was I jealous? was I
sorry? But I sure was horny. As I pushed back the door the light from
the hall filled the darkened room and there naked on the bed lay
Jessica. She looked so beautiful, her hair in disarray and her body
glistening with its thin gloss of perspiration. She opened her eyes,
looking at me like a little girl that has just found her long lost
puppy, and she smiled. My heart was racing and my groin aching. I
guess the stranger was right, she was all mine.

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