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(MMF, wife, reluc, voy) *** My wife Becque, was an even 10 years younger than me. When I married her, (After an event of one good sperm with flawless aim), she had natural platinum hair. She was 5'2", blue eyes, very fair skin and nice 34B breasts with pencil tip nipples. Blue eyes that danced. After eight years or so of marriage, sex was getting a little tame and the Voyeur Devil in me started surfacing. I asked Becque many times if I could watch her make love to another man. In the beginning she said no, but after a period of time with some desensitization on my part during our lovemaking sessions, while during one particular strong orgasm riding me she said "Yes, Kim I want to fuck another man for you..." The next day, I kidded her about her statement last night, but I got neither encouragement nor discouragement. It's like it didn't really happen. If you're a married man, you know this about wives, even if you think it happened and she doesn't like it, then according to your wife it didn't happen. (wink) Well, all of this was before the days of the internet. Back in that college town of Amherst, Massachusetts we had an arts newspaper -"The Advocate"- that had a section called "The Backdoor" which was chock full of adult personal ads. I put an ad in the Advocate titled, "Seduce my wife... and let me watch." I ran it for a week, and had 29 responses. I spent an evening culling out the trash, those that couldn't speak in anything but four letter words, or those that were too enamored with the size of their penis. Out of 29, there were 7 that seemed ok. I met with the seven one by one, either they were 300 pounds heavy or had no front teeth. One guy was both! The fifth guy, was a college professor. Paul, right age, 47, salt and pepper hair, slim, kind of a renaissance man. On Day One, as I showed him nude pictures of Becque, I knew he would work for her. I fly as a pilot for one of the major airlines. At that time I was building an airplane in my garage. More correctly, a sailplane, kind of a hi performance glider. I struck a deal with him to come over to help me build it once a week. After working for a few hours, we would put away the tools and go into the Kitchen and split a bottle of Concho Y Toro Merlot with Becque, Paul and I. I never said a word about the setup to Becque. Just let the conversation flow with the direction of the wine. As several meetings passed I could see easily that they were getting very comfortable with each other. Paul indeed really was a Renaissance man. My deal with Paul was that he would come over for 6 weeks on the same day of the week, and on the 7th week I would be out of town flying a trip for my airline. Since we'd always work on the sailplane the same night of the week, he would show up as usual on the same day of the week with a bottle of Merlot expecting me here but ** surprise ** I was at work flying. At that time he would make his move on Becque. He would call me at the layover hotel the next day with the results the attempt. The 7th week came, and I picked up a trip to Tokyo from open flying. And he did call me the day after he came over. I was a little worried about the call at first. He told me about how Becque was a little hesitant to let him come in without me there. How they split the bottle of wine. Told me how Becque put the kids to bed. Spoke of the topics of conversation. Told me how Becque complained it was too hot, and went to the change her clothes, and that she came back with a halter top and short shorts on. The halter top showed her well defined cleavage, unbelievable for a 34B, and thru the thin fabric Paul could see her pencil tip nipples. Through the white nylon shorts he could see no panty lines. Clearly visible was the light glow of her blond pussy hair thru nylon. They drank some more wine, and Paul told me how he commented to her on the beauty of her skin, (It really is cream colored, yet no veins show thru.) and her platinum hair. He was looking at her cleavage, and she caught him at it. They drank some more, Paul reached for her neck and gave her a backrub, and then from her response of no resistance he knew she was his tonight. Thank God for Concho Y Tora. Paul said he just unbuttoned the halter top, turned her around and kissed her nipples. The nip's stiffened, she just sighed, and took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Paul said it was one of the most active fucks he has had in years. And I think this man has some experience in these things! I was so hot listening to him from my hotel room in Tokyo, I knew the best was yet to come. The following two weeks, Paul came over each Tuesday night as before. Not one word was said between the three of us about the liaison. The following Tuesday morning, I told Becque the crew desk had junior manned me into a 2 day trip, I would leave early Tuesday afternoon and would return late Wednesday night. I called Paul to come on over on Tuesday night, as usual, with some Merlot to see if he could score for round number two with my wife. I drove to Hartford on that Tuesday, visited some strip clubs killing time. (Found about the one dollar bill shortage here in the U. S. of A., at least in my pocket.) At about 5:00 O'clock I went to one of the Asian Massage places and got a nice massage, steam & cream. Man, that Korean girl really knew her art. By the time I was thru, I was heading back to Amherst at about 9:00 o'clock. Next to my house is a small abandoned gravel pit. I parked my car there, and walked down the driveway into my house. Nothing unusual, but no one present in the living room despite Paul's car in the driveway. I was glad no dog was there to bark. I walk down the hallway to our bedroom and stopped in the doorway. Looking into my bedroom, I see my wife flat on her back in our bed, her hands around the back of Paul's head which is buried into her pussy. She is running her fingers through his hair and he is licking her clit. Her back is arched, her eyes are closed, she is softly moaning, her head is going from side to side. I wait and watch, and Paul shifts a little bit to put his finger in my wife's pussy and touch her G-Spot. With Paul moving, my wife's eyes open and she sees me in the doorway. "Please don't hit me, Kim. Please don't get mad." I say only, "Sorry I'm late." 10 seconds later my clothes are on the floor and my cock is in Becque's mouth. Paul continues to eat my wife's pussy and finger her. Becque has unusual labia, for all the world it really has petals (or leaves) much like a rose. I can see the 3 folds around Paul's finger, swollen, bright red, pulsing. Soon I take my cock out of Beques mouth and I kiss my wife on the lips and Paul and I roll her over, and Paul began fucking her doggie style. Becque was on her hands and knees, sucking my cock. I was on my back, and my head was under her tummy, and looking up I was watching Paul's cock go in and out of her pussy. Beautiful sight. Sometimes he would move slow, pulling his pecker out until I just could see his cock helmet wrapped by her rose petal labia lips, and then he would change rhythm - he'd just pound her pussy with a plop, plop, plop, sound. During this time I rubbed my wife's clit with my right hand finger and with the left hand tweaked her nipples, changing the tempo to match Paul's thrusts. From underneath I could watch Paul's balls get smaller and shrink and shrink and shrink with time and I knew he was about to cum. As I played with Becque's nipples, I could see her breasts tightening with goose bumps on them and nipples tautening like incense cones as she too came closer to cumming. From above I hear Paul groan. From below Becque I see his balls twitching as he unloads his baby batter into my wife. I reach up and over, took his gonads in my right hand and squeeze gently as he cums. At the same time, Becque started twitching, and I pinched her nipples hard pushing her over the edge until she came too. Becque's orgasm, it is too intense, she collapses on her face, still on her knees. She is sobbing, absolutely crying with pleasure, tears running down her face. Paul pulls his cock out of my wife, and from below I see Paul's jism was dripping out of her pussy, so I swung sideways so it wouldn't drip and hit me in the face. Yuk. We had a few more delightful threesomes together, then Paul drifted away to a new couple. *** Becque never acknowledged the setup, but I think she knew... I do know that she enjoyed it very much. It loosened her up a lot though. That year I got her to fuck her sister's husband, and later, a neighbor. Both were very enjoyable experiences, and if I get enough favorable comments about this episode I'll put those to pen too. Our marriage failed a few years later, but not because of our sex life. If anything, the sex games held it together longer. We had a few other trysts together. Becque had a kind of wanderlust, wanting to move to a new town every few years. After 5 moves in ten years, each one costing upwards of ten thousand dollars, I said no, time to establish some roots. She filed for divorce, and moved to Cape Cod. I remarried an Asian woman, a Korean, the steam and cream girl from the massage parlor I visited mentioned above. Absolute best thing I have ever done in my life, marrying her. After 12 years with that Asian woman, ever day is filled with respect and love from her and I return the same. And she today still fucks like the professional she once was. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 39