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Subject: "wifey 01" .txt
From: an307778@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 16 Jul 1995 23:36:34 UTC
wifey_01.txt
from the "wifey" (wife-as-shareware) series
slippery nipples
Almost from the very day of our wedding I'd fantasized about
sharing my wife sexually with other men. The first and until now, last
threesome, occurred about three years ago. It began quite innocently with
loud rock music, too much drink, and a final push on my part. Maybe I'll
write about that incredible episode some other time. I'll just mention now
that it was done according to what my wife regards as my "twisted"
fantasies. She woke up the next morning totally regretting what we'd done
and feeling like it had been the most unforgivable "sin" she'd ever
committed. The fact that we'd actually experienced a threesome but that
it had since taken three years to get another going is proof that she was
not
too happy with herself, but it had definitely broken the ice.
I eventually learned that I'd have to change strategies if I wanted to
get her to agree to another "party". I told her that it would be for her
pleasure this time. I told her she would not have to do anything she was
uncomfortable with, in fact that she was not expected to play an active
role
whatsoever. I told her that she was only to enjoy the sensual caresses of
her husband and a close friend. I would not ask her to display herself in
my favourite black, gear-type lingerie. I think I'd convinced my wife that
this one was for her.
She was to wear her ankle-length white dress. This must have
surprised her, surely! She was to wear no hose at all, as we'd both agreed
that pantyhose would not be appropriate. She would wear white
high-heeled shoes, and her prettiest white bra as well as her white silk
tap-pants. Anyway, by now you get my drift; it was to be for her, almost
void of my "twisted" fantasies, and somewhat "tender". My wife had
nervously agreed to at least go to his house on that night "to see how
things
develop".
It was two weeks before the planned evening that our friend,
Gerry, had mentioned that his wife and children were soon to take a
weekend trip to visit with some out-of-town relative. Aided by the alcohol
we'd been consuming, I took the opportunity to convince him to invite us
over for a few drinks when they would be away. At first he was suggesting
that he'd been hoping for a night out with the boys, but immediately
changed his mind once I'd mentioned that I intended to supply some
unique "entertainment".
I'd spoken to my wife about it the next morning and she'd
eventually given a somewhat positive response. For the two weeks leading
up to the planned encounter, I could not think of much else. The sensation
of being on a rollercoaster, speeding downhill, would hit my gut several
times in those days. It was difficult to come to terms with the fact that I
was setting up my own wife to be fucked by another man. It was risky in
several ways; it was shameful in every way. It was also powerfully
exciting!
You cannot "push the envelope" much farther than this!
I did not mention the upcoming event to my wife again until
"D-day" for fear that too much emphasis on it might lead to her backing
out. On that Saturday afternoon, however, I offered to help her prepare
for our special evening. By taking some of her preparation into my own
hands, I was psychologically freeing my wife from most of the burden of
responsibility for what we would do. She was only too glad to let me help,
for this reason and also for the attention she was getting.
It felt like some kind of ritual, like I was preparing a special
sacrificial offering. I prepared a soothing bubble bath for her and brought
her a drink, encouraging her to just relax in the hot bubbles for a while.
After about fifteen minutes, I returned to lather her body thoroughly with
soap. While she continued to sip her drink in the bathwater, I shaved her
lovely legs. To finish, I stood her up, and rinsed her body using the
shower
head.
Having wrapped her in a large towel, I lead her into our bedroom
and helped her lay down with her bottom on another towel which I'd
placed over the sheets. With her knees at the end of the bed, and her feet
on the floor, I unwrapped her pubic area and spread her legs wide. Then
with a sharp pair of scissors I carefully trimmed all of her red hairs to
about half their original length. Next, I trimmed the longest hairs, those
closest to the centre of her slit, almost completely away. This would
provide a much better view of her when the time came. Finally, using a
razor, cream, and large bowl of hot water, I shaved the perimeter of her
pubic triangle down to a smaller area. We then returned to the bathtub
where I rinsed all the tiny hairs off with the shower head.
Having thoroughly towelled her dry, I brought my wife's four-inch
heels, pretty white bra, and silk tap-pants. Kneeling before her on the
tile
floor, I first slipped the shoes onto her feet. Then I held her panties as
she
stepped into them, and I pulled the material up her smooth legs to
eventually cover her bottom and freshly trimmed pubic area. Standing up,
I turned her around and covered her breasts with the bra, straightening the
straps and fastening the clasps at the rear.
I got myself a drink and sipped it slowly while intently watching my
half-naked wife apply her facial makeup. Her pretty face seemed to glow
with more pride and confidence with every few strokes of the instruments.
Finally, I watched as she dabbed perfume in key areas of her sexy body.
I left her alone to do her hair and other things, but returned as she
finished,
to help cover her body in the long, white dress.
Later we went out to a local bar/restaurant. There we spent a
couple of hours, first attempting to cut some of the tension with several
drinks, and then both unable to finish our seafood dinners. The tension
was still overwhelming us, evidenced in our lack of both appetite and
conversation. I did enjoy, however, the admiring looks that my pretty red-
haired wife was getting from some of the other men in the restaurant.
We arrived at his place around ten p.m.. I once again felt like I was
on a rollercoaster falling downhill. The shame and embarrassment were
almost overwhelming. All three of us knew that I had brought my wife to
be fucked by this man.
After a few more drinks, and about an hour of almost unbearable
tension, I asked my wife if she'd like a back massage. "That would be nice"
was her approval to go on. Sitting on the sofa across from Gerry, I began
to rub my wife's shoulders and asked him if he had a comforter to spread
on the dining-room table. Needless to say, he quickly got up and found a
comforter. He returned and spread it delicately over his dining-room table
as if helping prepare my sacrificial offering.
"And a thick pillow?" I asked. As he went running for a pillow I
told my wife to lie on her stomach on the table and that we'd give her a
back massage. I was both excited and upset when she quickly followed my
command. Gerry returned to find my wife outstretched on the table he and
his family eat from almost every night. She raised her head to accept the
pillow, and then placed her face down onto it.
Gerry started to walk back into the living-room to join me. I
stopped him by saying that we'd both sit at his table and that my wife has
been promised a back massage. When I reached the table, I began to rub
her back through the white material of her long dress. Gerry went to
refresh our drinks before joining us.
When he got back and sat across the table from me, I asked my
wife if I could undo her zipper in order to give her a better massage.
"Uhum..." she muttered.
Suddenly I knew this was going to happen. I both regretted it and
was excited by it. I grabbed the material at the top of her dress in my
left
hand and my right hand pulled the long zipper down to her waist. I rubbed
my hands together to warm them, and began to massage my wife's naked
back. "Ummm..." she murmured once more.
In order to speed things up a bit and because I genuinely had to
relieve myself, I asked Gerry to take over while I went for a leak. I went
to the can, did my thing, and then took a long look in the mirror at a guy
who was in the process of sharing his wife sexually. And I wondered why,
while I stroked my dick a few times.
When I returned to the table, Gerry began to give up his place to
me. "No, keep it up... I'll massage her legs." I said as I walked to the
end
of the oak table. Admittedly, I was wondering if they'd gone any further
in my absence as I'd noticed that her brastrap was now undone. I lifted my
wife's left leg, rested her ankle against my shoulder, and began to massage
the skin of her calf. Gerry did her back and I did both of her calves and
she sank into either relaxation or excitation; either way, I could tell
that she
was loving the attention.
I soon asked my wife if she'd prefer the massage with a little oil.
"Ummm..." came my expected answer. Then I asked Gerry if he had any
baby oil in the house. "Yup, I'll get it." He answered as he went to get
the
plastic bottle I'd dropped off two days ago.
Gerry soon returned with the baby oil which he'd kept warm in a
sink of hot water as I'd asked him to. "Spread some on her back and then
pass it to me." I instructed. He quickly squirted a bit of the oil on my
wife's
back and passed me the container. I dripped the oil onto her calves as he
resumed massaging my wife's back with the new sensation of the warm
sliminess.
After about a full five minutes of Gerry rubbing her back and
myself rubbing her calves, I could not tell if my wife was still enjoying
the
thrill or falling asleep from the alcohol and tender massage. I asked her
to
kneel up, lean back as far as she could, and support herself with her hands
on her ankles. She sluggishly complied. I walked around the table and
gently pulled my wife's dress straps off of her shoulders. I was careful
not
to disturb the white cups of her pretty brassiere as I peeled her dress
down
to her waist.
She watched and smiled as we rubbed baby oil down the length of
her arms. She continued to watch as we oiled her neck, her shoulders, and
then her stomach. "Feels nice" she commented, looking straight at us.
Up until now, I'd been undressing her, but that was about to
change. Wanting my wife to feel both the excitement and the shame of
exposing herself to this man, I'd have her remove her underwear.
"Nice, eh?" I replied, "Now pull off your bra," I continued, "Gerry
and I want to do your tits." Wifey quickly closed her eyes and brought
both hands up to her shoulders. She grasped her brastraps in her fingers
and peeled the white material away exposing her c-cup breasts. After she'd
dropped her brassiere onto the floor, she resumed her former kneeling
position, supporting herself with her hands on her ankles. She was no
longer watching us, she'd flung her head far back and kept her eyes closed.
Gerry just stared at my wife's naked breasts as I squirted globs of
the oil all over them. "Rub it in good, Gerry!" I invited him to fondle my
wife's tits. His hands quickly cupped wifey's mammaries and speedily
spread the liquid all over the smooth skin before too much had run off
onto her belly. "Take good care of those babies, they're all yours for
now!"
I encouraged our friend to enjoy himself.
"I don't believe this is happening," Gerry exclaimed, "it seems like
a dream!" Each of his hands now grasped the base of a tit, squeezing all
the flesh forwards. My wife's breasts glistened with oil and looked like
firm
round melons as he held them tightly at their base, causing the spongy
meat inside to press against the tender skin. It looked as if her tits were
about to burst. Wifey's nipples were erect now, standing proudly atop her
melons. They looked like they were about to piss milk half way across the
room! Gerry now forced the two handfuls of straining flesh together and
began to rub my wife's oily tits against each other.
"Oooooooo..." wifey coyly approved.
I knew instantly that we could now move further along. I reached
my right hand down between wifey's creamy thighs and began to gently
rub her pubic mound through the material of her panties. She'd tensed up
at first. I felt it in her thighs. Then, slowly, she relaxed, abandoning
herself
to what was going on. As soon as she had relaxed, my hand found the top
of her panties and slid down inside. My middle finger parted her
netherlips. I started to rub in between the soft, moist flesh using long
vertical strokes. On the lower end of my strokes my fingertip met with a
generous amount of vaginal fluids which wifey had already secreted. On
each upstroke I would take some of the warm liquid along, spreading it
throughout her slit and onto her clitoris.
Gerry was enjoying my wife's tits. He now had each of her pink
nipples pinched between a thumb and two fingers of each of his hands. He
would alternate between rotating her little torpedoes back and forth, and
then, lifting his hands higher, suspending and gently jiggling her tits
from
their nipples. I knew she liked this game. I'd helped my wife "over the
edge" in this way more than once; she loved to feel the weight of her own
breasts suspended from her nipples. Every now and then Gerry's fingers
would lose hold of the slippery nipples and one breast would fall and
bounce against her chest like Jell-O. Then he'd pinch the nipple again,
somewhat harder than before, and resume the game.
My wife's head was still hanging back, her eyes were still closed.
Her face had taken on a crimson blush and her lips were tensed. She was
definitely enjoying herself but also feeling somewhat embarrassed. I traced
my finger up and down the length of her slit a few more times and then
decided it was time for a change. "Come, get on all fours... on your hands
and knees" I told her. I helped my wife assume the new, doggy-style
position on our host's table.
She was now on her hands and knees. She let her head and hair
hang down. Her breasts hung freely like two balloons heavy with water.
"Spread your knees" I said as I helped push them farther apart with my
hands. Next, I pulled the bottom of her white dress up over her ass and let
the material rest at her waist. My wife's ass was still concealed in her
white
silk tap-pants. What a sight she was, what an erotic sight, her almost
naked body shining in its oily coating! Gerry and I could see the outline
of
her cheeks and a few of the red pubic hairs peeking out of the loose white
material covering her crotch.
My right hand found its way under her belly and into her panties
once again. I slipped my middle finger between her hairy lips and began
to rub her clitoris in a circular motion. "Come oil these thighs" I invited
our
friend. Gerry wasted no time in applying gobs of the baby oil to the tops
of my wife's legs and began rubbing the soft skin of her generous,
sensuous thighs. He kneaded them, each in turn, like dough. I still don't
know how he resisted going further up when his hands massaged the very
tops of wifey's legs. He would limit himself to just brushing his hands
against the white silk of her panties. My finger circled her swollen clit
while Gerry's hands caressed her thighs, and my wife let out another soft
moan. "Ohhhhhhhhh..."
"Okay... it's time for some fun... pull down your panties for us" I
managed. She hesitated for a moment, but just before I was about to
repeat my request, my wife stretched her right arm backwards. Her hand
went between her thighs, grasping the white silk at the bottom of the
crotch area. She pulled downwards and the shiny cloth slipped slowly
from her hips, down her thighs, and came to rest just above her knees.
Both Gerry and I held our breaths, admiring my wife's sexy, round, naked
ass, as she resumed her "all-fours" position.
Stepping around the table, I now stood at her left, near her hips.
With my left hand gently caressing her back, I worked my right hand in
between her thighs from behind. My finger once again found wifey's
swollen clit and began rubbing in a circular motion. Gerry brought the oil.
My friend and I were now enjoying the sight of my wife's naked bottom.
We could see her wet, pink labia flaps, spreading slightly, allowing only a
teasing view of her soaking wet entrance. The cheeks of her ass were
spread naturally in this position, giving us full view of her tight little
rosebud.
"Oh my god!" Gerry said as he applied the oil to my wife's bottom.
Then he caressed and rubbed and kneaded her fleshy cheeks. Her little
asshole was alive. We could see it contract whenever Gerry's hands spread
her cheeks wide apart. I continued my attack on her clit as he massaged the
flesh of her bottom and, now and then, paused to caress the creamy thighs
below.
"Ever fingered your wife's asshole, Gerry?" I asked our host.
"No, she won't let me near it." He immediately complained.
"Want to slide a finger into my wife's ass, Gerry?"
"Holy shit!" Gerry was not mentioning his god anymore.
I'd grabbed the bottle of oil, squirted some on wifey's rosebud, and
was now rubbing a finger on her anal opening as Gerry held her cheeks
spread wide. Next, I stuck the spout of the plastic bottle into her hole
and
slowly squeezed some of the oil directly into her rectum. "She's nice and
slippery in here now, Gerry," I said as I put the bottle on the table,
"want
in?"
Gerry placed the tip of his forefinger directly on wifey's asshole.
He caressed her opening a short while and then penetrated her, burrowing
his finger in just enough to reach over the fingernail. He then rotated
his
hand, feeling the inside of her hole with his fingertip."Oh, this feels
nice!"
he exclaimed.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm..." wifey volunteered, enjoying this
strange finger exploring her tight bunghole.
"Okay, Gerry, give the woman what she wants. Go in further." I
instructed. Our host began to slowly force his finger deeper into my wife's
asshole. Her body jerked forwards as if involuntarily attempting to escape
the intrusion of this object. I wrapped my left arm around her waist to
steady her.
"You pig!" I heard her say. She liked to talk dirty on occasion and
she always enjoyed using the word "pig" whenever I'd include her asshole
in our sexual play.
"What?" I played along.
"You pig!" she continued, "You're going to let him push his finger
in my ass?"
"Yes... and I'm going to watch it go in... all the way in!"
As I held her steady for him, I watched his finger slowly
penetrating deeper and deeper into her flesh. Finally his whole index
finger
was inside her and he was again rotating his hand, feeling the warm
interior of my wife's bum.
"Ohhhhhhhh..." wifey responded, "You pig! Your friend's finger
is deep inside my asshole... is that what you want?"
"Yeah! You're being a very good girl!" I answered.
"Wanna feel something really neat?" I asked my friend."Put your
thumb into her pussy, and your fingers should be able to feel each other
inside her."
I was still rubbing her clit as Gerry's thumb found its way past her
pink, wet flaps. I could see her liquid oozing out onto his thumb which
sank slowly farther and farther into my wife's cunthole.
"Oh... Ohh... Ohhhh..." she moaned. Both of our friend's fingers
were now fully inside wifey's secret openings. "Oh... my god... you pig...
he's in all my holes... oh god... it feels so good!" wifey responded.
"Now, do my wife a favour and fuck her with those fingers!" I
encouraged him. And finger-fuck her he did. Slowly, he'd pull his index
finger almost out of her asshole while his thumb sank into her wet cunt.
Then the thumb would almost leave her cuntlips as his forefinger plunged
back into her asshole. Over and over he repeated the cycle as I continued
to rub her swollen clit.
After a while wifey's thighs began to twitch. I stopped rubbing her
clit. I did not want her to cum just yet. My wife rarely has multiple
orgasms. She usually loses "the feeling" once she cums, and this was
certainly no time to lose the feeling.
"Okay, pal, get your sticky fingers out of my wife." I said jokingly,
"we've got work to do to satisfy this woman." Gerry reluctantly complied,
pulling his fingers slowly out of my wife's warm openings. I forced wifey's
shoulders down onto the table. Her lovely ass was still high in the air.
Her
asshole was now more open than earlier; it looked like a pouting pair of
lips.
"Reach back and open your lips." I said to her.
"No, I can't." she responded.
"Yes, babe, you can... and you want to!"
My wife reached far back with both of her arms. She ran her hands
up her thighs and her fingertips found her cuntlips. She now did what
she'd done for me several times before. Her fingers dug into her pink flesh
and then spread both vertically and horizontally, stretching and moving all
her loose flesh out of the way. Gerry and I could now see about an inch
into my wife's hot, wet, slippery, hungry cunthole. She had spread her
moist lips quite nicely, exposing even her lightbulb-shaped clitoris. We
both just stood there looking into her feminine charms for a while.
"Is there something you'd like to put in there, buddy?"
"Holy shit!" he said once again.
"Go ahead, she needs something in there!"
"No, I can't do that!" he responded, being the nice guy that he is.
We'd been friends for years and he was now having some trouble coming
to terms with what was happening tonight.
"But you'd really like too, wouldn't you?" I answered. "If it'll make
you feel better, go ask her if it's okay."
Gerry gallantly walked around to the other end of the table. He
pushed my wife's hair out of her face. "Do you want me to do this?" he
politely asked her, "or should we just stop and have a drink?"
"A drink sounds nice, Gerry," I thought it was over for tonight,
"after you fuck my cunt!"
Obviously wifey was really into it. And in no time our friend was
really into her. He'd almost jumped onto the table, knelt behind my wife,
pulled his jeans to his knees, and grabbed his hardon with one hand. She'd
spread her hole so wide that his cockhead fit neatly into her opening. He
rubbed the purple head in circles at her wet entrance for a while.
"Ohhh... are you watching... I can feel his cock at my cunt!" wifey
teased. "Do you want to watch him fuck me... Is that what you want?" She
was enjoying the dirty-talk.
"Yes, I'm going to watch that cock fuck you!"
Then his cockhead slowly pressed into her, parting her pink flesh
until I could see her pussy walls close tightly around his shaft as his big
head had finally penetrated beyond the outer muscles of her womanhood.
Then he pulled his hardon almost... not almost... but completely out of her
gaping hole. I watched as her insides spread as his wedge-shaped cockhead
came slowly out of her soft pink flesh. And then I watched as her tender
flesh hugged his cock as he sank it into her womanhood again... again...
and again, penetrating just a bit farther into her with each cycle. She was
soon getting his full length pumped into her and retracted, again... and
again.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhh..." wifey grunted in unison with his
thrusts.
I was now at her right with my arm under her belly and my hand working
at my lady's clit. Gerry held her by the hips and fucked away slowly at her
cunt. He then let go of her hips and grabbed each of her wrists in one of
his hands. Pulling her arms back with each of his thrusts, he filled her
completely on each stroke.
Feeling it was time to bring her over the edge before our friend
climaxed, I brought my free hand to her bottom and slid my middle finger
deep into wifey's tight asshole. What a sensation this was! Through the
thin flesh between my wife's warm canals I could feel the hard cock sliding
in and out of her cunt. The finger invading her asshole was "the straw
that
broke the camel's back". Wifey started to cum.
"Oh, my god... oh, my god... I'm cuming... I'm cuming...oh, my
god..." she almost screamed as her anal canal contracted repeatedly around
my finger.
"Cum deep inside her, Gerry." I said. "And tell her when you're
starting." Gerry intensified his rhythm. He rammed his cock into her
repeatedly while pulling at her outstretched arms, like they were the reins
on a horse. I could feel his balls slapping against her thighs and the back
of my right hand which was furiously rubbing at her clit.
"I'm going to cum!" Gerry shouted.
"Ooooooooo... cum... make that cock cum deep inside my cunt...
Ohhhhh... fill my cunt!" wifey responded in her last waves of orgasm.
Suddenly he grimaced and my finger could feel the sporadic
contractions of his cock as he spurted his load up from his balls, through
his prick, and deep inside my wife's hot cunt. "Stay in there for a
while...
squeeze it all into her... don't waste a drop... she's earned it!"
Gerry stayed inside her for a while. I could see his ass cheeks
contract as he tried to force his last drops into my wife's cunt. Then he
pulled half way out of her and massaged the remaining goo out of his
shrinking prick. Finally he pulled out completely and I could see some of
the white cream oozing from her hole.
Gerry pulled up his jeans and went for some drinks, I pulled my
wife's panties back up to cover her bottom, and then helped replace her
bra. Her high-heels were never taken off. Wifey sat in her undies as the
three of us enjoyed a last drink before my wife and I finally went home to
make love while talking dirty about what we'd just done.
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