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If you've been following this series, or the others I've written about her, you already know her pretty well. But on the off chance that this is your first contact with either of us, I'll try to bring you up to speed. Kristi is 36 years old, in excellent shape, (38dd- 25-36) weighs around 120, is 5'5" tall, red hair, (both ends) green eyes, freckles, and the face of an angel! Oh, you want more personal details? Okay. Her pussy is closely cropped, with just the finest coating of light reddish hair coating her cunt. Her clit is very prominent, always in a state of arousal. Her breasts are smooth, milky white, with a few freckles on them, and her nipples...I call them bullet nips, because they are the size of a small bullet. Her nips are always hard, like they've just been rubbed against the head of a hard dick. They are very sensitive... very responsive to the twisting of their rubbery ends by a man's fingers. She is capable of having an orgasm with nipple manipulation only. If you were just to play with my wife's nipples...nothing else...within minutes, you would see her pussy juices running down her legs. Oh, that's something else you should know about her. she literally flows pussy juice when she's excited. It is impossible for her to hide that excitement, that sexual need she generates...because there is no doubt about when she is hot. It is this generous flow of secretions that make it so easy to fuck her ass, be- cause flat on her back, her pussy juices tend to run down between her legs and serve as a great lubrication all the way to her asshole. Yes, she enjoys getting it up the ass as well. A lot of men tell me that they'd like to fuck her, to stick their cocks in my wife's pussy, but lose their nerve when the opportunity arises. I've seen men who could talk a great game, but when it comes to perfor- mance, they were unable to maintain an erection in front of the two of us as Kristi made herself available to the new man. I think a lot of that has to do with the fact that most men don't fuck women in front of their husbands...but if a man really wants to turn my wife on, that is what he must do...or at least be willing to do it. Kristi and I don't cheat on each other. It turns her off for a man to whisper in her ear that he'd fuck her if she can slip away from me. In fact, that may well be the biggest turn-off she faces. It's kind of ironic, in a way, that a woman who will spread her legs for almost any man who knows how to finesse her, will clamp them shut the moment the other man thinks he's going to pull one over on me. Kristi is very intelligent, well educated, having earned her doctorate by the age of twenty-three. In short, she has it all...beauty, body, and brains! One of the most important thing to know about get- ting my wife to perform for you, to get her to suck your cock or expose herself for your pleasure is that you must take control of her and her actions. She will allow you to reduce her to a cheap slut, one who will beg you to fuck her if you can first humiliate her into that mode of thinking. Now I realize this may not be the first thing that would come to your mind when setting about to seduce a woman, especially one like my wife. You might think that candy and liquor are the ways to reduce her inhibitions...to impress her. Nothing could be further from the truth. If you want to fuck my wife...all you have to do is lead her, slowly at first, and then with a great deal of authority, down the path you want her to go. Note, I said with "authority." This is not to be read as "force." You can't force her to do anything she doesn't want to do. But you can "guide" her into doing things that most paid whores wouldn't even consider! The key to all this is simply and foremost, humiliation. I've heard her say to a man when he is first attempting to seduce her that she couldn't do this or that, not right then, not right there. She'll say for example, "I might let you see my breasts...when we know each other better...but not now. Besides, someone else might see them if I showed them to you right now. I know you understand...maybe later." And I've seen that poor bastard do what he thinks will insure him of a piece of tail later by responding, "Sure, I understand." Shit! He didn't understand anything! The right response to her statement would have been, "I do under- stand, but I really must insist. Open your blouse and let me see your breasts. Right here, right now. I want to see them now." Knowing her as I do, her response would be along the lines of "But someone might see us." The one reply you could give that would assure you that the next thing you'd see her do would be a rapid unbuttoning of her blouse would be, "I know, dear. It can't be helped. Now, open!" You'll be fondling my wife's tits within seconds. Let me give you an example. Kristi and I were in a lingerie shop in a mall in Houston recently. One of our favorite games is to go shopping for intimate apparel, and for her to model it for me, right there, in the store. If we do this right, it will seem like an inno- cent thing, a wife giving her husband a quick glimpse of what a particular article of clothing will look like when she gets it home. Often she'll put on a teddy, or a nightie of some sort, and open the dressing room door, perhaps taking a step or two outside and she'll sort of whisper my name, in a stage whisper actually. "Phillip...do you like this?" Of course, I'm not the only person in the shop. Other men will turn when they hear a voice as laced with sexual lust as hers is. And they'll be rewarded with a quick glimpse of my wife's incredible body, with some portion exposed in such a way as most men would only get to see in films or magazines. Perhaps her breasts will be bare because the item she's showing me is a pair of panties...and she has nothing else on.. or perhaps just the opposite...she may be modeling a sexy bra for me, (she must own fifty bras...and never wears one) while her close cropped pussy is totally bare to the eyes of anyone who wishes to look. She'll stand like that for perhaps ten seconds, and then, as if she just realized someone else was watching, she'll act embarrassed and duck back into the changing room. Recently, when she did this, a rather distinguished looking gentleman, greying hair and wearing a brown pin stripped suit, was standing next to me, caught up in the sudden "peek" show of my wife exhibiting a pair of thigh high nylons...and nothing else covering her body. When she "suddenly" realized someone else was looking at her nakedness in the bright lights of a mall store, she kind of gasped, uttered a hurried, "Oh, excuse me!" and darted back to the protection of the booth, closing the door behind her. I could sense the other man was very interested in what he'd just witnessed, but didn't quite know how to capitalize on his good fortune. At this point, a lot of men would have simply shuf- fled off, taken the mental picture of my wife's glorious breasts, naked pussy, and great ass with them, and headed for the nearest restroom to jack off. But not this chap. To his credit, he must have understood what was going on, and made the instant decision to "play" along...and he did it in a very creative manner. He turned to me and commented, "I hope you don't mind my saying this, but you have a very beautiful lady." I resisted the temptation to use the old Henny Youngman line, "That's no lady...that's my wife." Instead I just smiled and thanked him, while allowing him a little more of a chance to get involved in what the two of us were doing. "Thank you. She is quite lovely. She gets a bit carried away sometimes when trying on lingerie. I think she's a frustrated model at heart. I think she enjoys other men watching her." "And you don't mind that?" "No, I rather enjoy knowing my wife is desirable to other men." "Well, I can assure you she is. I don't mean to offend you, but I found her very exciting." "Trust me, the only way you could offend me is to find her less than attractive!" "So she's a frustrated model, eh? Do you think she'd like to model something for me? I need to buy a gift for my wife, and can't quite make up my mind." About that time, the door opened, and Kristi walked out of the dressing room, fully dressed, with her selections in her hand. If she remembered the man I was talking to was the same one who had moments before seen her in nothing except a pair of stockings, she certainly didn't act like it. Handing me the stockings and a teddy, she kissed me on the cheek and said, "Here...I think I'll take these." She smiled at the other man, the kind of smile most women give a total stranger. Nothing personal, just a friendly acknowledgment of his presence. She started to walk away, toward another rack of clothing when I stop- ped her. "Kristi, this gentleman was just telling me about a problem he was having picking out a present for his wife." "Oh," she said, looking at him again, "what kind of problem?" "Well, actually, it's a bit embarrassing, but I'm not sure what size she wears, and I'm not sure what exactly to get her." "Is she bigger than me, or smaller?" Kristi was get- ting into this, and getting in rather quickly. "Actually, she's about your size, though not quite as... not quite as...well, you know...on the top... she's a bit..." "Smaller?" My wife offered? "Not really smaller, just not as...buoyant." What he was trying to say was that his wife's breasts were sagging, while my wife's were firm... almost defying gravity. Kristi didn't miss the opportunity to begin her game with him at this point. "You mean her breasts aren't as firm and proud as mine? How do you know mine don't sag too?" "Well...earlier...when you..." "Oh, my goodness! You mean when I was showing my husband the hose...you were the man standing next to him? Oh, I'm soooo embarrassed! I didn't realize that was you!" "Oh, please...I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just meant to compare her to you...so you'd understand what kind of figure I was trying to buy for. Please don't be embarrassed." I intervened at this point. I knew full well that Kristi was playing this poor guy. She'd shown him her body, completely naked but for a pair of hose, not five minutes ago, and now was trying to convince him she'd not known it was him. "He really does need some help making a selection. Why don't you model something for him?" "Well, I guess I could. I mean...he's already seen pretty much all of me anyway. What have you got in mind?" "Well, I'm looking for something sexy...something she normally wouldn't wear, but something she could wear under her clothing...you know...something that would just tease me and get her...you know...in the mood." "I know just the thing. How about garters and hose?" "That might be nice." "Here, let me find a nice belt for you." Kristi turned and started shifting through a table covered with garter belt sets. She selected a red and black pair, and then picked out a matching bra. She handed her selections to the gentleman, and said, "I'll bet she'll love these. I think you should buy them for her." He looked at me, and I gave him a look of encourage- ment, which translated to "Go ahead...ask her." He took my lead. "I really hate to impose on you...but would you con- sider modeling these for me...so I can get a better idea of what they'd look like on her before I buy them? If your husband doesn't mind, that is." Kristi cocked her head just a bit, and I saw that expression cross her face, the look that comes just before the games begin. "Well, since it's for your wife...and if Phillip doesn't care..." "Oh, I don't mind. Go ahead Kris, model them for him." "Okay...I'll just go change real quick." And she was off. The stranger and I just waited outside the dressing room door, and made small talk, as if we were waiting for a cab, not for my wife to reap- pear wearing next to nothing, for the expressed purpose of showing off her body to a total stranger. Sooner than I thought possible, the door to the dressing room opened just a crack. "Phillip." "Yes, dear?" Kristi was talking to me from behind the door. "Phillip, you all are going to have to move closer to the door. This outfit doesn't cover as much as I thought it would...and it's kinda revealing." "Kristi...don't be silly. There's no one else here except the clerk...and she's on the other side of the store. Now open the door and let's have a look at his selection." There was about five seconds of silence, and then the door started to open. And there, in the door frame stood my wife wearing the garter belt, stockings, and bra she'd taken in with her. And nothing else! Her beautiful pussy was naked, framed by the belts of the garter, her narrow waist made to look even smaller by the effects of the garter belt, and her 38dd breasts spilling out of the small bra that went with this out- fit. I tell you, she literally took my breath away. As for the man standing next to me...I think he'd stopped breathing as well. My wife looked like she'd just stepped out of the pages of Penthouse, standing in the doorway, exhibiting all her charms for this man, a man whose name we didn't even know. She lifted her arms over her head, giving him a totally unobstructed view of her entire body, and did a slow full turn in the doorway, allowing him to enjoy the backside of her, taking in her great ass cheeks as she turned, and finally ended up facing us again. She reached behind her and undid the bra, shaking it free and exposing the last bit of unseen skin to the stranger. Standing there, she said, "I don't think this bra is right with this outfit." Her nips were rock hard...sticking out their full 3/8 of an inch from her breasts. I had expected her to tease this man, but this was far beyond anything I thought she'd do. And as quickly as she'd open the door, she closed it, with her on the other side! Then, cracking it just a bit, she said to me, "Phillip, is there anything else he'd like me to try on?" "Just a sec." I turned to the stranger and repeated her question. "Well, I..." he was still trying to recover from the show my wife had just given him. Casting his eyes about he picked up a two piece swim suit and silently mouthed "How about this?" I shrugged my shoulders and turned back to the door. "Yeah, Kristi, he's got one more thing." "Tell him to bring it in." As if he hadn't heard my wife's statement, I turned to him and repeated it. "She says for you to take it in to her." "In there!" he said, pointing to the closed dressing room? "That's what she said. Go ahead." "But I can't go in there. It's a lady's dressing room." "Well, she's probably naked. She can't very well come out here, now, can she?" "I know that...but..." "Come on, we'll both go inside." With that, the stranger and myself walked toward the dressing room door. I opened the door, and he stepped inside first, I followed, closing the door behind us. Kristi was indeed naked. Totally, except for her shoes, and the hose. I got an instant additional inch or two on my already hard cock. I could only imagine what the other chap was feeling. Kristi brought us back to reality. "What was it you wanted me to try on?" As if a trance was broken, the stranger shook his head and offered her the swim suit. Glancing at me for just a moment, long enough to see me wink at her, Kristi took the suit from the man's hand, and set it on the chair next to her. She closed the distance be- tween herself and the new man in her life. Standing with her lips not a inch away from his, she said very quietly, "Isn't there something else you'd like me to try on." She said this while her left hand fondled the area between his trouser legs. I could see by the expression on her face that she liked what she was feeling. Without waiting for an answer, my wife sank to her knees, and started to open the man's belt. He stood there, frozen, as if any movement on his part would cause him to wake from what surely must have been a dream. I watched as my wife continued to open the man's pants, first the belt, then the inner catch, then the zipper. She worked very slowly, very deliberately. Finally, his trousers were open, and she ran her hands on the inside of the waist band, freeing his pants from his body and guiding them down his legs toward the floor. "Step up," she said sweetly, as if talking to a child. He lifted one leg, then the other. He now stood in front of my wife, who was on her knees, wearing white boxer shorts, and of course all his other clothing, except for his pants. My wife reached her hand inside the fly of his undershorts, wrapping her hand around his turgid cock. I could tell she was very happy at what she'd found. Looking up at him, with those flashing green eyes, she smiled and asked him again, "Isn't there anything else you'd like me to slip into?" He was without the ability to speak. And she wouldn't proceed without him asking her to. I'd seen this happen once before, I'd seen my wife ready to suck a stranger's cock, but he didn't have the snap to tell her what to do, and as a result, he'd walked away with an incredible case of blue balls. Kristi still had her hand wrapped around the man's cock, but still hadn't pulled it through the opening in the front of his boxer shorts. I couldn't stand it anymore. Here was my beautiful wife, practically naked handling a stranger's cock, and waiting for him to tell her to suck him...and he was just standing there. I decided not to waste the moment. I opened the front of my pants and pulled out my hard cock. "Here, suck on this!" I commanded her. Turning a quarter turn from the stranger, still holding his cock in her hand, my wife directed her attention to my throbbing dick. Without any fanfare, she opened her mouth and took me inside her lips! As my dick disappeared inside those red, moist, willing lips, her hand kept pumping the cock of the other man, although all I could see was the movement covered by his underwear. But it was enough to stimulate me to an incredible state of excitement. "Suck me, Kristi. Suck my cock like the whore you are. Suck me and jerk him off at the same time. Suck me baby...suck my cock. It doesn't matter to you whose cock you suck, does it? You were going to suck his... but you're sucking mine instead. It doesn't matter to you, does it? You only wanted a hard cock in your mouth...isn't that right? Isn't that true?" She couldn't answer, of course, with my ten incher half way down her throat, but she could nod, adding to the pleasure of her mouth devouring my hard dick. All the time, as she allowed me to fuck her mouth, the other man's cock stayed in her hand, being worked back and forth. He would alternately open his eyes, look down at my naked wife, watch her suck me and frig him, and then close them again. I was too hot. I couldn't wait any longer. I spoke to the slut sucking me off. "Now, sweetheart, take it all. I'm going to shoot off right now...and you will swallow it all!" She nodded her head in understanding just as my jism started to fill her mouth. Now her sucking action was accompanied by the sounds of her swallowing all my hot come...and I mean all of it. Not a drop was missed, not a drop fell on the floor. It all went into her mouth, and down her throat! Pulling her mouth off my now shrinking cock, she smiled at me, her lips coated with the last of my orgasm. "Now, him." She understood. Turning toward the other man, the man whose cock was supposed to be first in her mouth, she withdrew her hand from within his shorts, and pul- led with it his cock. It was huge! But I didn't get to look at it very long. My wife's mouth opened and his dick disappeared as her lips coated his hard dick. The time she'd spent jacking his dick wasn't wasted. Her mouth had no sooner closed over his rock hard cock than I saw him start to convulse in my wife's mouth. And she swallowed him too, not as well as she'd done mine...but I suspect he had a bigger load to shoot. As I watched, my wife sucked his tool and swallowed his cum, until some of it started to dribble out the side of her mouth. She caught most of it with her left hand and when the man had stopped coming in my wife's mouth, she lifted her hand to her lips and licked up the excess seed he'd spilled. What a sight! My pretty wife, naked and on her knees, with a stranger's satisfied cock slipping out of her mouth. She smiled at him, and then at me. I considered briefly fucking her right there, but we'd already pushed our luck. I nodded toward her clothes, and she started getting dressed. Tucking my cock back inside my pants, I was soon presentable. In the moments that followed, my wife and I were both dressed, and ready to leave the changing booth. Our new found friend however was still standing there, his limp dick hanging outside his white boxer shorts, fully dressed except for his trousers, which lay bunched up in the corner on the floor. Kristi opened the dressing room door and exited the area, as did I, directly behind her. Taking the items she'd selected we went to the register, laid them on the counter and Kristi withdrew a hundred dollar bill. The cashier rang up her items, took her money, but continued to talk to the other woman standing next to us at the counter. Counting out our change, we heard her tell the other customer that she remembered a man coming in about fifteen minutes ago who matched the description of the man she was looking for but she hadn't noticed him leave. Kristi smiled to me, and I just shrugged my shoulders, in a silent statement that it was up to her, I didn't want to interfere. As she picked up our bag, Kristi asked the woman if it was her husband that she was inquiring about. She said it was. "Does he have grey hair, and a light mustache?" "Yes." "And is he wearing a brown suit?" "Yes...did you see him?" "I think so. Does he wear white boxer shorts?" "What!" "Oh, never mind...it probably isn't the same guy." With that my wife and I left the store, holding hands and trying to stifle a giggle. It would have been fun to see the expression on everyone's face when the stranger finally did leave the dressing room. But then again, maybe not. The moral to this story (and all stories should have a moral) is that when my wife is in your possession, if you try to use conventional methods to get in her panties (if indeed she's wearing any) you will walk away with blue balls. If you play her right, take charge, and treat her like a paid whore, you'll walk away with blew balls. (sorry about the pun...just couldn't help myself.) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WARNING: This story contains unsafe sex. In this day and age it is just plain stupid to perform unsafe sexual acts. This story is for entertainment, not to be imitated. Be smart, take care of your body, you are only issued on per lifetime! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!