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Help For Those Who Want To Fuck My Wife

12/9/2005

Help For Those Who Want To Fuck My Wife
<br>
<br>
A lot of men admire my wife, hell, more than that really,
most men
desire her. And well they should. She's that rarest
of women, totally
free, and completely independent. I am married to her,
but I don't own
her. Nor would I ever attempt to restrict her feelings or
needs. I'm
writing this to explain to the many would-be suitors just
how to go
about getting her to do to you what she does best...make
you come!
<br>
I guess I should begin with a physical description of my
wife. She's
36 years old, just short of 5'6" tall. Her weight
fluctuates between
120 and 125. Her measurements are 38-22-36. The 38 is a double
D.
Starting at the top, she has red hair, sometimes long, sometimes
not,
depending on how she feels when she goes to the hairdresser.
Her hair
is very fine, very soft. Red's not what she calls it,
she calls it very
light auburn, but to me it's red.
<br>
She has very fair skin. Of course, when a black man is pounding
his
dark cock into her pussy, her skins looks even fairer. Maybe
that's why
she enjoys fucking black men, maybe they just make her look
frailer,
lighter, smaller. She has the prettiest green eyes you've
ever looked
into. Her eyelashes are very long, naturally, by the way.
She wears
very little makeup, unless she's doing it to appear
slutty or whorish.
Her back is flawless! Not a blemish, not a mark! And it tapers
down to
form a heart shaped ass. From the back, I swear she looks
like an erotic
painting.
<br>
But, turning her around, you'll be struck with the
full ripeness of her
breasts. She seldom wears a bra. She really has no need for
one. Her
breasts literally stick straight out, defying all the
laws of gravity. And
at the end of each of those creamy ripe full tits is a perfect
nipple, about
the size of a thirty-eight slug. And almost as hard! It drives
her crazy
when someone takes the tip of his or her fingernail and runs
it into the
ridges on her bullet nips. I've recently started using
nipple clamps on
them. Should've done that years ago! She goes absolutely
wild when I clamp
down on her extended nipples. It's almost as if I'd
turned a sprocket on in
her cunt. Clamps on, pussy wet!
<br>
Speaking of her pussy, it's a delight to look at, and
an absolute treat
to fuck. Many a man has told me that he cannot believe how
tight my wife's
cunt is. No matter how many men have pushed their way into
my wife's pussy,
it still remains one of the tightest, hottest cunts I've
ever fucked. You'll
see what I mean if you ever get the opportunity to fuck her.
She usually
trims her pubic area to the point that it's really more
like pubic down than
pubic hair. Recently, she shaved it completely bare, for
a special night we
had a few weeks ago, and as of right now, she's keeping
it shaved smooth.
<br>
Her clit is something else. Always easy to find, now, without
any
covering for protection, it sticks out like a baby penis.
She loves to have
it sucked on, licked and kissed. I came home one afternoon
this summer to
find her spread eagle, tied to all four corners of the bed,
and laying in a
pool of her own come, mixed with the sperm of some kind donor.
It seems the
man in question had tied her up and spent most of the afternoon
just licking
her clit, making her come literally dozens of times. He
never did actually
fuck her. She told me he started to, he was presenting his
cock in front of
her drenched cunt, ready to screw her brains out, but as
soon as his cock
touched her hot pussy, he exploded! She says she called
him a bastard for
doing that, for coming without fucking her, and as a retaliation,
he'd left
her tied up. She told me he said to her, "Fine, bitch.
See how your husband
likes finding you tied up like this. Wish I could stay to
hear what you tell
him about the cum I've left in your bush!"
<br>
What he didn't know was that my reaction was to lick
her clean and then
fuck her myself. Three times!
<br>
But back to my description of my wife. Her legs seem a lot
longer than
they are. I guess that's because she usually ends up
with them over the
man's shoulders while he fucks her. They are slim,
firm, and very fair in
color. Kristi isn't one to spend a lot of time sunning
herself. She has
dainty little feet, and they have a very pronounced arch
to them, I'm sure as
a result of wearing heels all the time. Even her slippers
have heels. She's
rather vain about her legs, and feels that pumps tend to
shape her calfs, as
if they need any more shape.
<br>
So now you should have a pretty good idea of what she looks
like. If I
had to say she looked like "somebody", I guess
she's close in looks to
Ann-Margaret, when Ann was Kristi's age. Yeah, I fuck
a good looking woman.
<br>
But there's more to a woman than how she looks. We've
all seen good
looking women who look fuckable, but wouldn't give
us a tumble. That's
another nice thing about my wife. Almost anybody can fuck
her if they know
how to turn her on. I've seen her fuck guys that haven't
gotten lucky in the
last ten years, let alone ever had a woman like my wife. And
it's not just a
charity fuck, either. Kristi won't fuck any man that
doesn't turn her on,
but looks aren't the determining factor. Oddly enough,
I've seen her turn
down guys who could have passed for movie stars, and ended
up sucking the
cock of a guy who looked like he just graduated from Geek
High!
<br>
Before you can fuck my wife's pussy, you've got
to fuck her mind! That's
it pretty much in a nut shell. She responds to men with a sense
of humor, to
men who are well read, men who can carry on a conversation.
Though she is a
professor in a major university, she's not hung up
on the brainy type. A few
weeks ago, I watched a man fuck her ass, while he held on to
her by her tits.
Trust me when I tell you this, this guy was no rocket scientist.
He wasn't
even good looking. But he treated her the way she needed
to be treated at
that moment. At that moment, she needed to be fucked by a
man who knew how
to take her, knew how to make her react to him. It's ironic
that he was ass
fucking her. He's a plumber.
<br>
That's another interesting facet of my wife's
personality. I've seen her
suck the cock of a United States Senator, many doctors,
lawyers, and of
course other teaching professionals, as well as bikers,
plumbers, gardeners,
(I don't think we've ever had a gardener that didn't
soon find out that one
of his patches to tend was that patch between her legs) as
well as delivery
boys, hitchhikers, and an occasional man of the cloth.
In other words, she's
an equal opportunity fucker. Color, race, religion, national
origin, and
political leanings never keep my wife from enjoying any
man she wants.
<br>
Some men can't understand how I can watch her fuck all
these guys. And I
can't explain it. All I can tell you that if you want
to stick it in my
wife's mouth, pussy or ass, I won't interfere,
and in most cases, I'll help.
I guess you might say I believe in sharing.
<br>
We didn't always swing. In the beginning, I was like
most husbands,
excited by my wife's intoxicating ways, proud that
men found my wife exciting
to talk to, to dance with, to cop quick feels on the dance
floor. But unlike
other men, I didn't feel any jealousy when someone
came on to Kristi. I knew
then, as I know now, that no one can take her away from me,
no one can fuck
her better than I can, cause no one knows her better than
me. I understand
what makes her tick, what heats her pussy past the boiling
point.
<br>
And I'm going to share some of those things with you
now. Course, I'm
not going to share all of them with you, just some of them.
Why? Because I
want her to enjoy herself and she can't if she can't
find someone to play
with. Here lately, she's really gotten off on compusex,
but her one
complaint is that men on the other end of a computer screen
can't see her,
can't decipher her body language to the point that
they know what she
likes...what she needs. So for the next few minutes, I'm
going to take you
on a trip through Kristiland. Buckle up, boys and girls,
cause when I'm
through, you'll know how to make my wife lift her skirt
and offer you her
pussy...anywhere...and anytime!
<br>
Fucking her in public
<br>
She's very fond of public fucking. I don't mean
in the center court of
the mall, (though she did that once, with a security guard
at three in the
morning) but when I say public fucking, I mean somewhere
where she is
vulnerable. She enjoys the idea of fucking or sucking a
cock she's just met
in a place where she could be discovered. For example, she
recently sat on a
bench in the mall, her hands concealed by her raincoat,
and jacked off a man
who was sitting there waiting for his wife to finish shopping.
I knew what
she was doing. I could see the almost motionless action
of her hands under
the coat, and I could tell by the way the man was struggling
to not reveal
his physical release that he was coming on my wife's
hand, under her coat.
<br>
Just after I was sure he'd come in my wife's hand,
I saw her lean toward
him and whisper something in his ear. Then I saw a panicked
look cross his
face, as his hands dove under the coat with my wife's.
I asked her what she
had said to him to cause such a reaction, and she told me.
<br>
"I had his cock outside his pants, and had just milked
it for all it had.
What I said to him was, 'Sweetie, in three seconds I'm
going to stand up, and
take my coat with me.' He realized he'd be sitting
there with his dick
sticking straight into the air, and he was scrambling to
put it back in his
pants before I stood up."
<br>
He must have succeeded, because when he got up, he looked
pretty normal
to me. Of course, she had come dripping from her hand. We
walked toward the
restroom, her right hand at her side, obvious to anyone
who looked at it that
the substance covering it could only be one thing! She wasn't
through yet.
When we got to the rest room area, there was a door to the women's
room and a
door to the men's room. Without missing a beat, she
walked right into the
men's room, and washed her hands in there. I still hung
back a bit, watching
her from about twenty feet. When she went in the men's
room, I waited
outside the door for about three minutes.
<br>
I knew she'd had plenty of time to wash her hands, so
something else must
have detained her. Finally, my curiosity had become aroused,
(as well as my
cock) and I walked into the restroom she'd entered.
I knew the minute I
opened the door what was happening. As I rounded the corner
to the area that
the urinals are in, I heard someone saying, "That's
it, bitch! Suck it all!"
I knew my darling was at it again! And I was right. I found
my wife, on her
knees, with a cock in her mouth, sucking as if she'd
just discovered dicks.
Standing next to the man who was receiving a great blow job
was his friend,
his cock also out, and rubbing it against my wife's
left cheek, as if to
hurry her along, as if to remind her that his cock needed
attention also.
<br>
The man waiting his turn looked at me, and back down at my
wife as she
sucked the other man's cock with obvious urgency.
He didn't know what to
say, and of course, he had no way of knowing that was my wife
he was rubbing
his cock against. I just shrugged my shoulder and walked
over to the urinal,
as if I'd come in to take a piss. Of course, with the hard
on I was
sporting, what with the combination of knowing she'd
just jacked a guy off,
and now, watching her sucking this stranger's cock,
with another waiting,
made pissing impossible. So after standing there a minute,
and listening
over my shoulder to the man is my wife's mouth start
to groan, I turned, my
cock still in my hand, and asked the waiting man, "Is
she your's, or can I
have a turn too?"
<br>
"She ain't mine, man. I don't care what you
do to her, but my dick's
next. You can have her after me."
<br>
I continued with my questioning as if I had no idea who or
why this knock
out looking redhead was on the floor of a men's restroom
sucking cock. I
asked him another question.
<br>
"Will she fuck me...or is she strictly a cocksucker?"
<br>
"Fuck man, I don't know. I just finished taking
a leak and turned around
and she was blowing this guy. He told me I could have her next.
You want
her, wait your turn, and as far as I'm concerned you
can do whatever you
want."
<br>
I couldn't help myself. I reached down to my wife's
top and undid the
buttons on her shirt. With the shirt open, her tits were
now visible to
whoever wanted to look. I commented to the guy waiting his
turn.
<br>
"No sense keeping those hooters covered up. She doesn't
seem to mind
showing them off, does she?"
<br>
"Fuck, man, I don't think this bitch cares who
sees what, or who does
what. I'm thinking of fucking her myself."
<br>
At that moment, the guy in her mouth came, and as he did, Kristi
started
swallowing. Now I know my wife's capacity for sucking
cock and swallowing
come. She could have easily handled this guy's discharge,
but instead of
swallowing it all, she let some of it slide out the side of
her mouth, and
drip down on her chest, sliding down her breast, and finally
stopping on her
hard nipple. She scooped it up with her finger, and after
releasing the
stranger's cock from her mouth, put the come coated
finger in her mouth,
licking it lewdly in front to the three of us.
<br>
Looking up, she spoke to no one in particular. "Now,
who is it that
want's to fuck me?"
<br>
Suddenly the other guy lost his nerve. His cock seemed to
shrivel right
in his hand. He looked at me and gestured with a nod, "I
think he said he
wanted to fuck you, ma'am." He meant me, of course.
<br>
Standing up, Kristi didn't button her shirt. Instead,
she lifted the
front of her skirt, revealing her pantiless pussy to the
three of us.
Sliding her finger across her clit, it was obvious to all
of us that she was
a bitch in heat. Looking at me, she asked, "You want
some of this, lover?
You want to put that big cock inside my hot little pussy?"
<br>
She reached over to me, taking my cock in her hand, and led
me to an
empty stall, the one reserved for handicap people. She
moved me toward the
seat, and gently guided me to a sitting position. Turning
her back to me,
she lifted the back of her skirt, and slowly sank down on
my erect cock. I
felt the soft wetness of her heated cunt as it settled down
over my hard
dick. She did all this without closing the door to the stall,
and all under
the watchful eyes of the other two men. As we developed a
rhythm of fucking,
she crooked her finger at the other man, the man who was waiting
his turn to
fuck her mouth. "Come on over here, sweetie. I can
do you while I fuck this
guy. Come on. Bring that big cock to Kristi!"
<br>
He didn't need to be told twice. As my cock sawed in and
out of my
wife's pussy, the second man, the man who'd told
me he didn't care what I did
with "the bitch, " placed his dick inside my
wife's mouth. He came before I
did! Within a few thrusts, he was pouring his come inside
my wife's mouth,
and she swallowed every drop. Knowing that this was happening
caused my own
orgasm to begin. As my wife's cunt contracted around
the base of my dick, I
started shooting my passion inside her pussy. It was incredibly
hot! I had
my hands on her tits, kneading them, making the nipples
stand out like little
bullets, (hence the name, bullet nips) and all the while,
she was sucking
another man's cock while mine shot it's load inside
her.
<br>
After I was done, she stood back up, took a wad of paper off
the roll,
and placed it between her legs. Then she withdrew a pair
of panties from her
purse and stepped into them. Still without speaking, she
closed her shirt,
buttoning up about half the buttons. She walked past the
three of us, her
high heels clicking on the tile, and stopped for a moment
in front of the
mirror, checking her makeup. She took a tube of lipstick
out of her purse,
dabbed in on her lips, lips that had already closed around
two strange dicks
in the last fifteen minutes, and then, almost as an afterthought,
she used
her lipstick to write something on the mirror. Closing
her lipstick tube,
she dropped it back in her purse, and walked out the door,
leaving the three
of us with our dicks outside our pants, standing (with me
sitting) in a
public restroom. I pulled my pants back up, tucking my cock
away for now,
and started out the door. I stopped only long enough to read
the note my
wife had left on the mirror. It read, "See you at home.
Thanks."
<br>
So you see, one of the things she craves is excitement mixed
with danger.
In the second part of this little expose, I'll tell
you more about her need
to be humiliated, to be used, and how much she enjoys a man
making her do
things that "nice girls" would do.
<br>
Part II
<br>
In a previous story I started to explain the different things
men need to
know in order to successfully fuck my wife. That story concentrated
on the
aspect of danger that Kristi finds so exciting. Now I want
to explain how
humiliation plays a part in her sexual adventures.
<br>
I should begin by explaining the nature of my wife. She is
a very
dominate woman, heads a very influential department where
she teaches, and is
a strong factor in state politics. She is anything but a
wimp. I have seen
her win victories over tough political adversaries, and
have witnessed her
ruin the plans of men who thought she was merely an ordinary
woman.
<br>
She is in short a woman to be reckoned with. It is for this
reason that
when it comes to her darker side, her sexual needs often
include domination
by a man, or men, who treat her as if she were nothing more
than a common
whore off the streets. I came to realize this need rather
slowly in our
relationship, but once I grasped the depth of this passion,
I have learned to
use it to our mutual satisfaction.
<br>
Kristi the Slave
<br>
Very often, Kristi will make a wager with me, usually over
a sporting
event, or an election. Since neither of us have any real
need to pass money
between us, after all, what's mine is hers and what's
hers is hers, there
isn't any real thrill in betting cash. So instead of
monetary wagers, we bet
slave hours. A slave hour is an hour spent in total slavery
to the other.
<br>
Hours can be accumulated. For example, as I write this story,
Kristi
owes me six slave hours, because of the Dallas- Washington
Football game.
Next week, I'll bet those six hours against six more
on the Buffalo game.
Sometimes we bet even, sometimes we negotiate odds. Now
the kicker is this.
At anytime, anyplace, on any occasion, the person who is
owed the hours can
demand payment, either in part or in full. And under no conditions
can the
debtor refuse to settle. This is the proviso that makes
the slave hours so
exciting.
<br>
Some of the hottest things we've done are a direct result
of one of us
collecting a slave hour. Let me give you an example. Recently,
Kristi lost
twelve slave hours on a bet over the Texas Rangers. She already
owed me
thirty hours from previous bets, bringing her up to forty-two
slave hours. I
decided to clear the slate over a weekend. We had to fly to
Miami for
business, and I felt that weekend would do nicely. We no
sooner checked into
our hotel that I announced my intention. From that moment
until our plane
landed back in Dallas, she would be my slave, for any sexual
delight I could
think of. She tried to protest, but knew there was no point.
I had the time
coming...and I wanted to spend it then!
<br>
As we checked into the hotel, I smiled to myself, because
even thinking
about collecting on my slave time gave my cock a new lease
on life. I didn't
say anything to Kristi as we rode the elevator to our floor,
along with the
bell boy. And indeed he was just a boy, not much older than
eighteen, if
that. I didn't say anything as the boy let us into the
room, and started
opening the curtains, adjusting the air and the other sundry
things all bell
hops do. I asked him to get some ice for us, and he of course
said, "Right
away, sir."
<br>
The instant he was out of the room, getting the ice for me,
I turned to
Kristi and simply said, "Strip. Now."
<br>
There was no discussion. She knew why I'd ordered her
to take off her
clothes. I didn't join her, but rather sat down in one
of the two chairs
facing the front door of the suite. She was soon almost naked,
standing
there wearing her heels, her hose, and her teddy. Without
hesitation, she
reached between her legs and released the snaps that held
the light blue
teddy closed. Once loosened, she lifted it off her body,
over her head. At
that moment, the bell boy returned. My wife was wearing
only her high heels
and her stockings...no panties...and of course, no bra.
I ordered her to
freeze. She stopped moving entirely. If it wasn't
for her firm flesh and
pink color, you might have thought she was a mannequin.
<br>
Of course most mannequins don't have hard nipples...or
wetness forming
between their legs as Kristi did at that moment. I walked
past her and
opened the door.
<br>
"Just put it on the dresser." I said to the bellman.
He walked past me,
and as incredible as it seems, almost bumped into my wife,
who's back was to
him as he advanced into the room. His reaction to discovering
her was almost
comical. He did the perfect double take, looking at her,
looking away and
then, as what he'd seen registered on his mind, he jerked
his head back and
looked at her again. By this time he was standing within
inches of her, and
she simply stood there, totally silent, and totally motionless.
Eyes open,
she looked straight ahead. I thought he'd swallowed
his tongue.
<br>
"Something wrong?" I asked him.
<br>
"Oh, no. No, sir. I didn't mean to interrupt...I
mean...I didn't know
she was fucked...a...naked...I...I... ah..."
<br>
"It's okay. It's her way of relaxing. She's
put herself in a trance.
She's not even aware you're in here."
<br>
Of course that was a lie, but it seemed plausable at the time.
<br>
"You mean she's not conscious?" He asked
in a low voice.
<br>
"Well, not like we are right now, " I replied.
<br>
"Shit! How'd she do that?" Then as an afterthought,
he added, "Why'd she
do that?"
<br>
"Oh, you know how these women are."
<br>
"She really doesn't know I'm here?"
<br>
"Nope. Want proof? Touch her."
<br>
"Touch her?"
<br>
"Sure. Go ahead. Touch her."
<br>
He was certainly the timid type. Slowly he reached his hand
out, and
gently pushed the skin on her forearm. He pulled back his
hand and just
looked bewildered.
<br>
"I guess she can't tell I'm touching her.
I'll be damned!"
<br>
"You don't have to just touch her arm. Feel of
her. You can touch her
anywhere you want."
<br>
He looked even more confused.
<br>
"You don't care if I touch her...anywhere?"
<br>
"Feel free." No pun intended.
<br>
Kristi played the part perfectly. As the man reached out
again, this
time to touch her breast, he gently ran his finger across
the top of her left
breast. Still not what I had in mind. Of course, Kristi's
38DD's are a bit
intimidating. They are firm, yet soft. They do not sag,
nor droop, but hang
on her chest like proud medals of honor.
<br>
"Feel her nipples, " I suggested.
<br>
"Her nipples?"
<br>
"Her nipples, " I repeated. I started to tell
him they were at the end of
her breasts, but I guess his hesitancy was normal under
the circumstances.
<br>
Again his hand reached out and this time, he traced his finger
over the
hard bullet shaped nipple that adorns my wife's breast.
Taking a bolder
stand, he began to twist it, gently of course, and pull on
it. I watched my
wife's face. Nothing. It was almost as if she really
was in a trance!
<br>
"Shit, mister, that feels so good!" He was licking
his lips. "Can I
touch her...her..."
<br>
I knew what he wanted.
<br>
"Sure. Go ahead! She won't mind."
<br>
He lowered his hand to the top of Kristi's bush. I had
taken my seat in
front of her, looking at her, as this shy bell hop started
to slide his
finger down, into her closely cropped pussy hair, closing
in on her clitoris,
which was hard and visible to me even at five feet away. His
finger ran
across it, and in his inexperience, he didn't realize
what he'd touched. I
was watching her eyes, and could see a momentary flicker
of pleasure cross
her face. Kristi and I have been married almost ten years.
I know her
better than anyone else, and I would gladly have bet the
farm that her pussy
was already juicy and hot from the last few minutes of exposure
to this
stranger.
<br>
The man's hand found my wife's pussy, and he continued
to stroke it, to
feel it's fullness, it's silky puffiness, it's
heat!
<br>
"Shit! She's hot! You sure she can't feel
any of this?"
<br>
"Not a thing. Go ahead. Feel it to your heart's
content. I don't mind,
and she certainly can't object."
<br>
I wasn't sure just how far he'd go, but it didn't
matter. I was prepared
to let him have his way with her body. And I guess I underestimated
him.
Without further encouragement from me, I watched as his
hand continued down
her pussy, rounding under it and then, watched as he ran
his finger inside
her! I thought the jig would be up now. But drawing from a
reserve of
control I didn't know she possessed, I watched my wife
stand in front of the
man who was poking her pussy with his middle finger, and
look straight ahead,
not acknowledge his intrusion into her cunt.
<br>
The boy pulled his finger out of her, and even from where
I was sitting,
I could see it was coated with my wife's pussy juice.
He raised his finger
to his nose, and inhaled deeply. I expected him to lick it
clean, but
instead, he smeared it over her now straining nipple, using
the same motion
you'd use if you were trying to get the last bit of paint
out of a brush.
<br>
"She's so wet. Is she always like that?"
<br>
"Yeah, most of the time. Sorry she's in an upright
position, or I'd let
you fuck her."
<br>
"Really? You'd let me fuck her?"
<br>
"Sure. What's the harm? She'd never know."
<br>
"Shit. I'm so fucking hard! I'd give anything
to come in her."
<br>
I thought about what he'd said. But there was no way
he could get his
cock inside her in this position. I looked at her eyes, and
I could see that
she was hot, but determined to play the part to the end.
<br>
"Tell you what. Let's move her to the bed. If she
wakes up, you scoot
out the door pronto, but if she stays in her trance, you can
fuck her. Want
to try?"
<br>
"Fuck yes. How do we move her?"
<br>
"Just let me do it." With that, I picked her up
and carried her to the
edge of the bed. I laid her down, and scooted her up on the
mattress. As I
laid her down, my head against hers, I felt her tongue flick
out of her mouth
and lick the inside of my ear. She'd done it so quickly,
I knew the other
man didn't see it, but I felt it, and knew she was okay
with this charade.
<br>
I spread my wife's legs wide, and lifted them into a
bent position.
While I had her in this position, I dipped my finger inside
her cunt.
Judging from the degree of moisture and heat I encountered,
I knew she was
definitely receptive to a hard fucking now.
<br>
"There you go. She's ready for it."
<br>
"You mean ready for me to fuck her?"
<br>
"Yeah. Go ahead. Put it in her."
<br>
"Now? In front of you?"
<br>
"Of course in front of me. You don't think I would
leave my wife alone
at a time like this, do you?"
<br>
"Well, no, but...I've never...I don't
know if I..."
<br>
"Hey, pal, it's up to you. You want to fuck her...go
ahead. If you
don't, move over, cause I think I will."
<br>
With that, I started to unbuckle my own pants. Dropping
them to the
floor, the bellman was faced with an instant decision.
Either he was going
to fuck my wife while I watched, or I would fuck her while
he watched. I
didn't care which, and I knew Kristi didn't either.
She was waiting for a
hard cock to push inside her pussy. The bell boy looked once
more at me and
said, "No, I'll do it."
<br>
He had his pants open, and his hard cock sticking straight
out. Working
it a few times in his hands, he closed the few inches between
his cock head
and my wife's open pussy, and without fanfare, started
pushing what I judged
to be his eight inch hard cock inside her. She gasped once
as he entered
her, and he froze in her tracks when she did that.
<br>
"Is she waking up?"
<br>
"No, she's just responding to your cock. Go ahead,
fuck her!"
<br>
He needed no further encouragement. He worked his cock
inside her cunt,
pushing in, pulling out, faster and deeper. I watched as
my wife's pussy
sucked at this strange boy's cock meat, slicking the
shaft with her love
juice, until it was his turn to freeze. Pushing his cock
as far as he could
inside my wife's cunt, he released his load deep in
her pussy! As he
convulsed time after time, squirting his love juice inside
her, I could see
her beginning to feel the sexual tension he was releasing
inside her cunt.
Her toes were curling and her arms became rigid, and I knew
she was stiffling
her own climax. Almost as soon as he had pumped his load inside
her body,
the kid withdrew his cock from my wife's pussy.
<br>
"FUCK! She's tight! She's a great fuck!
You're a lucky guy!"
<br>
"Thanks, and I'm sure she'd thank you if
she could. But you'd better get
dressed before she wakes up."
<br>
"What about her pussy? You want me to clean it up? She's
going to know
she got fucked. I left a lot of stuff in her."
<br>
That was an understatement. As we stood there, my wife's
legs still in
the position I'd arranged them, we both watched as
his cum started to leak
out of her pussy hole.
<br>
"Don't worry. I'll tell her I fucked her."
<br>
"Good thinking."
<br>
He was dressed and out the door before I remembered I hadn't
tipped him.
Well, no matter. I'm sure he didn't mind. As the
door closed behind him, I
looked back at my wife's naked body. She still hadn't
moved. What a good
slave. I had told her to freeze, and she had. And she wouldn't
move till I
told her she could. Well, there was no sense in wasting a
perfectly good
pussy. And I was awfully hard after watching the other man
fuck her.
Walking over to her as she laid on the bed, I crawled between
her legs and
pushed my cock inside her slick, just fucked hot juicy pussy.
Then I said
the words that guaranteed my own orgasm. I said, "Fuck
me."
<br>
And she did!
<br>
The rest of the weekend was spent in similar situations,
with my wife
never knowing when or where I'd give her body to a total
stranger to fuck and
use however I saw fit. The bell boy, by the way, happened
to be on the
elevator later that night when Kristi and I were both riding
it to the lobby.
He smiled at her, and she at him, but if you hadn't been
inside our room that
afternoon, you'd never have known this boy had sprayed
the inside of my
wife's cunt with his hot jism. And she never let on that
even she knew about
it. What a great fuck she is!
<br>
In the next episode, I'll show you how Kristi is able
to use slave hours
that she wins to humiliate me as well as get herself off!
<br>
Part III
<br>
In the last two stories, I told you some of the things that
turns my wife
on, and how I use those things to fuck her whenever and wherever
I wish. A
lot of men envy me, saying that their wives won't fulfill
any fantasies for
them, yet Kristi seems intent on seeing me totally happy.
Well, that's true,
but there's another side to this arrangement as well,
and this episode of the
Fuck Her series is dedicated to that aspect.
<br>
Sometimes it's not always me who gets to call the shots.
<br>
As I mentioned in the previous episode, Kristi and I are
inclined to make
wagers between ourselves, wagers which do not involve
money. We bet slave
hours, that is to say, we will bet three slave hours on a football
game, or a
hockey event, and the loser will pay the bet off by being
a total slave for
however many hours she (or he) has lost. This slavery is
redeemable in any
form of sexual activity the winner chooses, and often it
involves humiliation
and degradation, such as the time I ordered Kristi to show
her pussy to a
woman in an elevator, or to ask a carriage driver in New York
if she could
touch his horse's cock.
<br>
But sometimes it works the other way. Sometimes it's
me who has to pay
off the debt. About four weeks ago, such a situation came
to pass. I'd
wagered (badly) on the outcome of a football game, and owed
Kristi eight
slave hours. The game was over by six that evening, and she
said she wanted
to collect that night. A deals a deal...so I agreed.
<br>
It started off simple enough. She told me to shower and get
dressed to
go out. She told me what to wear, which shirt, which pair
of slacks. (I
should have been suspicious when she specified my navy
colored briefs and tan
dockers.) I was ready to go in about a half hour. She hadn't
wasted the time
either, because when I called for her to come down stairs,
I was pleasantly
surprised by how she was dressed as well.
<br>
Kristi had changed into a silk dress I'd bought her
in Europe. It was
French cut, very stylish, but at least one size to small.
Her regular size
is a 7-8. this was a 5-6. But it fit her very well. In fact,
so well did
it cover her body, that every aspect of her very hot figure
was accented,
including her 38DD breasts. She was wearing nothing under
the dress, except
a pair of thigh high stockings. I wasn't sure, but it
almost seemed like I
could make out the shape of her pussy from the way she stood
on the
stairwell.
<br>
It was obvious that I was impressed with what I was looking
at.
<br>
"You like?", she asked turning half way around.
<br>
"I like a lot!" I answered.
<br>
"I decided not to wear a bra tonight. It's so nice
out, and this dress
is so tight! Can you tell I'm braless?"
<br>
"No, not really, " I lied.
<br>
"Oh. Well..." with that she moved her hands
to cover her breasts and
squeezed her two nipples through the fabric. They immediately
responded by
growing another half inch in length. "How about now?"
<br>
It was incredible. She'd made her nipples poke out
to such an obvious
degree that a dead blind man would have taken notice of them.
<br>
"Yes. Now I can tell you're braless."
<br>
"Are you wearing the navy underwear I told you to wear?"
<br>
"Yeah. Ya wanna see 'em?"
<br>
She came down the stairs without a word, and I swear, she
seemed to float
over to me. Without speaking, she cupped her palm and rubbed
it across my
crotch area. My hard cock instantly sprang to attention.
For the moment, I
thought perhaps I was about to get one of her world famous
blow jobs. But
that wasn't the case. Instead she merely continued
to jerk my dick through
the fabric of my pants. I could feel myself getting very
excited.
<br>
As suddenly as she started, she stopped. "It wouldn't
do for you to come
just yet, would it, sweetie? I have a special surprise for
you tonight."
<br>
Somehow the idea that she'd been planning something
didn't seem to make
me feel any better. The last time we'd had an evening
of debt paying it had
been her who paid, and I was the collector. I must admit I
made her do some
pretty outrageous things that night, and now it was pay
back time. I could
be in a world of hurt.
<br>
As we walked to the car, Kristi tapped me on the shoulder.
"I'll drive."
It was her night, what could I say.
<br>
"Okay, " was my only answer.
<br>
Once we were backing out the drive, she looked at her watch.
<br>
"Seven O'clock. You're mine till three
in the morning. Try to remember
that."
<br>
"I'll remember."
<br>
"I'll remember, Ma'am!"
<br>
I was starting to get the drift of how this evening would
be. "I'll
remember, Ma'am, " I repeated softly.
<br>
<br>
ii
<br>
Kristi handled her German convertible like she handles
everything else,
with confidence and skill. As we tooled down the interstate
that connects
our city with the place we were going, I marveled at the absolute
beauty and
grace my wife possesses. She's a natural red-head,
both above and below the
waist. Her figure is every bit as good now as it was when we
met ten years
ago, and if it's possible, she looks even younger than
her thirty-six years
would expect. She's well educated, very witty, and
very exciting. I cannot
imagine a more vibrant, sexier wrench than my wife.
<br>
I hadn't said a word since the initial exchange on the
driveway. I knew
the mood she was trying to maintain, and didn't want
to do anything to put a
damper on it. I waited for her to resume the conversation.
Finally, she
did.
<br>
"Is your cock hard?"
<br>
"Right now, Ma'am?"
<br>
"Of course, right now."
<br>
"No, Ma'am."
<br>
She didn't reply. Instead she pulled the car out of
the right hand lane
into the fast lane and sped up. Within seconds she was approaching
a
semi-truck. As we pulled along side it, Kristi slipped
her dress higher up
her legs, exposing the skin above her thigh highs. I watched
as she
unbuttoned the top of her dress, loosening three buttons,
and exposing her
breasts almost to the nipples, which by now were quite obviously
erect. So
was my cock. Watching my wife prepare to expose herself
to a truck driver
was making me very hard indeed.
<br>
As she pulled along side his window, she spoke to me. "Take
out your
cock."
<br>
"Now?"
<br>
"Of course, now! Do it!"
<br>
Within seconds, my zipper was down, and I was holding in
my hand the
object of our mutual joy. She pushed my hands away from it,
replacing it
with her own right hand, stroking it, making it as hard as
steel! As she
came level with the trucker, he looked out his window into
the convertible
next to him and was rewarded with the view of my lovely red-headed
wife's
nearly naked body, and her hand pumping my nine inch cock
with all the
casualness of a mother petting her baby's head.
<br>
"He's watching me jack you off, you know."
<br>
"Yes. I know."
<br>
Kristi dug her nails into the stiff flesh of my cock. Dug
them in HARD!
<br>
"Did you forget who you're talking to?"
<br>
Shit! She really hurt me! I responded quickly. "I'm
sorry! Yes,
Ma'am. I know, Ma'am!"
<br>
She released her grip. "That's better! I won't
have you forgetting to
address me properly. You will be punished if you forget
again!"
<br>
Fuck! What was that if it wasn't punishment? I made
a mental note not
to forget to call her "Ma'am" again.
<br>
She sped ahead of the trucker, leaving me with my wilting
cock outside my
pants. I didn't dare replace it inside my trousers.
She hadn't told me to,
and she was in no mood to be fucked with. I sat there, my cock
exposed to
the entire world, and waited for her next order. As we pulled
off the super
slab, she pulled her dress back over her legs, almost to
the knees, and
re-buttoned two of the three buttons she had undone for
the trucker. We came
to a stop at the intersection. She still hadn't told
me I could hide my
cock. Then, without warning, she zipped her little two
seater inside a
parking lot of where we were obviously going to have dinner.
<br>
"Put it back in your pants, " was all she said
as she parked the car and
got out without waiting for me to open her door. She was half-way
across the
parking lot before I could catch up with her. She'd
managed to give herself
the upper hand merely by making me work to catch up with her.
What a woman!
<br>
The restaurant is called "Antonio's, "
and it specializes in Italian
cuisine. We'd been there twice before, but it had been
at least a year since
the last visit. The place hadn't changed a bit. I found
out later that
Kristi had been there a few weeks before, and that explained
a lot, but I'll
get to that in a moment.
<br>
We were seated in a nice quiet room, with only one other table
being
occupied. Our waitress was a tall, brunette looking woman,
probably Italian,
and extremely well endowed. Of course, with Kristi for
a wife, I've long
since stopped looking for the perfect set of tits. She has
them, and that
ended my quest. The waitress set the menus down in front
of us. Kristi
spoke immediately.
<br>
"He doesn't need a menu. I'll order for him."
<br>
If the woman was surprised, she certainly didn't show
it. Instead, she
merely picked up the folder from in front of me, and smiled
at my wife.
"Yes, ma'am. Would you care for a drink before
ordering?"
<br>
"I'll have a dirty vodka martini...and bring
him a...oh, I don't
know...something easy...something a sissy would drink...bring
him a pink
lady."
<br>
"Of course, ma'am."
<br>
Before the waitress could turn to leave, however, Kristi
wanted to make
sure I was humiliated sufficiently. Without looking at
me, she merely said,
"Is that alright with you? I mean...you do want a sissy
drink, don't you?" I
didn't want to answer, but I knew better than to deprive
her of this moment
of victory.
<br>
"Yes, Ma'am. That's what I want."
<br>
"Why?"
<br>
"Because that's what you want me to have, Ma'am."
<br>
"That's a good little boy."
<br>
I couldn't actually see the waitresses face, but I
was sure she was
laughing at me as she walked away.
<br>
Kristi told me to sit where I was, that she was going to the
bathroom,
and that I should not talk to anyone till she came back. She
picked up her
purse and withdrew a fifty dollar bill from inside her wallet,
put her purse
back on the seat next to her, and got up. I couldn't imagine
what she was
going to do. I watched as she walked out of the room, and turned
left, the
same direction the waitress had turned when she left to
get our drinks.
<br>
A few minutes passed, and finally the girl returned with
our libations.
Setting Kristi's drink in front of the seat she'd
occupied before leaving,
she than placed my drink, complete with a parasol and very
elaborate
garnishments, in front of me.
<br>
"Need anything else?"
<br>
"No. Thank you."
<br>
As she left the table, Kristi was standing in the doorway.
<br>
"I told you not to talk to anyone."
<br>
"I was only thanking her for bringing the drinks."
<br>
"Then you did talk to her?"
<br>
"Well...yes."
<br>
"That's it! You disobeyed me...and now you have
forgotten the proper way
to address me! You are not living up the spirit of our arrangement!"
<br>
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'll make it up to
you."
<br>
"I'm sure you will...and you'll start right
now."
<br>
"Of course I will, Ma'am."
<br>
"I want you to go into the bathroom and jerk off, right
now."
<br>
I didn't wait for her to even finish her sentence. I
started to get up
and obey. After all...it wasn't something that was
all that bad anyway.
Besides, after the fondling at home, plus the little episode
with the truck
driver, not to mention the humiliation in front of the waitress...I
was
pretty hot already!
<br>
"Wait! I'm not done."
<br>
I settled back down in my chair. I had a sinking feeling in
the pit of
my stomach. This had seemed too easy.
<br>
"I want you to take off your underwear when you go in
there, fold them
into a rectangle, and I want you to come on top of them. I want
three equal
puddles of cum in a triangular shape, and do not allow your
cum to soak into
the fabric. Bring the soiled briefs back to me immediately.
Do you
understand?"
<br>
Well, I certainly comprehended, but I didn't understand.
She was so
precise, so exact in her instructions. I replied, "Yes,
Ma'am. I
understand."
<br>
"I swear to you Phillip, if you fuck this up, I'll
make you eat your
entire meal standing up with your dick hanging outside
your pants!" I
believed her.
<br>
"Yes, ma'am."
<br>
Looking at her watch, she added, "You have four minutes.
Go!"
<br>
I was in the restroom, my pants off, my underwear in my hand,
and pumping
my cock in less than thirty seconds. Ordinarily, it would
take me much
longer than the allotted time to get my rocks off. But as
I indicated,
Kristi had worked me up to a fine pitch. I realize now that
the entire
evening was orchestrated for this one act, but at the time
I only was
concentrating on making my cock shoot three nice puddles
of cum for my wife
to inspect.
<br>
I searched my mind for the right inspiration to accompany
this
act...something from our past that would make me shoot
harder, and in greater
quantity. With a wife like Kristi, one doesn't have
to travel back far in
one's memory to call forth an erotic episode. Quite
the contrary, I found
myself rejecting scenario after scenario in my quest for
the perfect stroke
story. I thought about the places she's sucked my cock,
the public places,
the buses, the trains, the airplanes...about all the hotel
lobbies, all the
elevators, all the sporting events. I remembered the times
I'd watched a man
poke his dick into my wife's mouth, her pussy, even
her ass hole, while I
watched, stroking my own cock, as I was doing even then,
remembering...remembering.
<br>
My mind settled on the time I was giving a speech in Seattle.
I was on
the podium, addressing two hundred of the city's finest
business men, and
Kristi was in the audience, sitting next to one of the city
officials. She
was dressed in a short skirt, and seemed to take an inordinate
interest in
the man talking to her. I continued speaking as I watched
my wife's hand
slide along his inner thigh, and didn't miss a beat
as her hand cupped over
his obviously hardening cock.
<br>
Moment's later, she whispered something in his ear
and got up and walked
out of the room. Within seconds, he followed her. I continued
giving my
speech, hoping I was making sense, knowing in my heart that
at that very
moment, someone, a man whose name I didn't know, and
for all I knew, Kristi
didn't know it either, that nameless man had without
doubt already worked his
cock into my wife's pussy, or her mouth!
<br>
I continued speaking...unbearably long minutes passed,
when suddenly she
reappeared at the back of the room. She walked back in, made
her way to her
seat on the front row, and sat back down. The other man wasn't
back yet. I
realized how silly I'd been to suspect she'd done
anything. Just as I had
about convinced myself that I had been the victim of an overactive
imagination, my pretty wife smiled at me, and opened her
mouth slightly.
There was no mistaking what I was looking at. He mouth was
full of cum!
She'd sucked the man's cock until he shot in her
mouth, and then she'd saved
the cum between her lips till she could show me.
<br>
That was the first and only time I've ever had an orgasm
in front of two
hundred men while speaking on the benefits of modern technology.
I stopped
speaking for a moment, and had the good grace to cough, as
if I'd stopped
because I swallowed something wrong. Fortunately, I was
standing behind a
podium, and fortunately, I'd been wearing a black
suit. But to this day,
that was one of my hottest memories concerning Kristi.
<br>
By the way...she didn't swallow his cum until after
my speech was
over...and she could kiss me nicely. A proper kiss...in
front of that room
full of men...and pass some of the stranger's cum into
my mouth!
<br>
I thought about that afternoon as my hand jacked my cock
furiously. I
felt the orgasm starting to build, and suddenly, as if I
were in my own home,
my own room, I released a huge load of my jism...as instructed,
in three
puddles across the folded fabric of my underwear. Oddly
enough, I'd not
fully considered the logistics of what Kristi had ordered
until that moment.
My instructions were not to allow the fabric to soak in the
liquid, which
meant that I'd have to keep the briefs unfolded any
further than they already
were. As it stood then, I was holding a cloth rectangle,
about three inches
by six inches, with three puddles of liquid on it, and the
nature of the
liquid was fairly obvious...at least to me.
<br>
I squeezed the last of my come out of my now deflating cock,
and zipped
up my pants. There was no graceful way to do what she'd
asked. Resigning
myself to the worst, I opened the stall door and exited the
bathroom, walked
down the hall, passed several people milling about, and
back into the dining
room. To my relief, the other people that were there didn't
seem to pay any
attention to me. I quickly sat back down across from my wife
who was
studying her watch.
<br>
"Too bad. Took you six minutes."
<br>
"Look, I hurried. I was done in the allotted time,
but I couldn't figure
how to get them out of the bathroom and back down here without
being
spotted."
<br>
"Did I tell you to worry about being spotted?"
<br>
"Well...no...but..."
<br>
"Give them to me."
<br>
I started to pass them to her under the table, but her hands
remained on
top of the table cloth. I knew what she wanted me to do. Looking
around
quickly at the room, I was pretty sure I could pass them to
her without being
noticed. I made my move. What happened next was a blur of
activity, all
orchestrated by my loving wife. As I reached over the table
to hand her my
cum soaked underbriefs, and she reached up to take them,
her left hand
knocked over her drink, she jumped back, (my underwear
in her hand) and
shrieked! The waitress had just re-entered the room, the
people at the next
table looked over.
<br>
Our waitress reached for a napkin to clean up the mess, but
my wife
reached over to her first and said, "Here, use this, "
handing the women my
cum soaked underwear. The waitress took the garment, allowed
it to unfold in
full view of the people at the next table, and then said in
a very loud
voice, allowing everyone in the room to hear,
<br>
"Oh, look at this. Someone's come in these. What
a mess!"
<br>
My wife answered, also much louder than necessary, "Yes,
they're his. He
couldn't control himself, so he jacked off in the restroom,
like a teen age
boy! Look at how much he came!"
<br>
I was mortified. The waitress just stood there, my shorts
in her hand,
unfurled, with the cum I'd shot on them obvious to anyone
with half an eye.
Then Kristi added the final blow. Still in a stage whisper,
she announced,
"I'll bet his cock is still hard! Isn't it,
dear?"
<br>
Not only was it hard, but it was leaking cum at an incredible
rate. And
now I understood why she'd ordered me to wear light
pants.
<br>
"Stand up, Phillip. Let's see."
<br>
I had no choice. I stood, my cock making a pole of obvious
proportions
in the front of my dockers, and in a circumference twice
the size of two
silver dollars, a growing wet spot appeared on the front
of my pants. The
waitress stared at me, (more specifically, at the wet spot
on my trousers,
while my wife gathered her purse and started out the door.
She stopped at
the entrance to the room, and turned to me, "Are you
coming, or are you just
going to stand there and continue to cum?"
<br>
I briskly followed her out the door and to our car. She unlocked
her
side and got in. While I stood in the parking lot, my pants
soaked with my
cum, she sat in the car and fixed her lipstick, as if nothing
had happened.
I waited for her to finish, knowing that this was part of
my humiliation,
when she reached over and unlocked my side.
<br>
As soon as I was inside the car, she turned to me and said,
"Unzip. I
want to taste you."
<br>
I didn't need to be told twice. I started to unbuckle
my pants, but her
hand stopped me.
<br>
"Just the zipper."
<br>
I complied, and within seconds, her face was covering my
cock as it
peeked out the zipper hole. She sucked me like a woman gone
mad, and within
seconds, my cock was in the throes of yet another orgasm.
I swear, I must
have pumped a pint of come down her throat, and she swallowed
every drop! It
doesn't get any better than this, I remember thinking.
When I was done, she
pulled her mouth off of my now totally deflated cock. Her
lipstick was a
mess...and I absent mindedly thought what a shame it was
that she'd just put
fresh lipstick on. And the very moment I thought that, my
mind raced to the
undeniable fact that most of that lipstick was now on the
outside of my tan
dockers. Even that didn't bother me till my precious
little wife asked me
for my underwear.
<br>
"I didn't stop to pick it up."
<br>
"Oh."
<br>
With that she started the car, put it into drive and drove
to the front
door of the restaurant. I knew what was coming next. As sweetly
as she
might have asked me to pass her the sugar bowl, Kristi looked
at me, and then
at my pants, now a combination of drying come and smeared
lipstick and smiled
so nicely...and then said what I knew she'd say...and
my cock knew it too, it
was already starting to get hard..."I'll wait.
You run in and get 'em for
me."
<br>
"But, Kristi..."
<br>
"Oh, it'll be okay." She patted my leg like
a mother telling her child
that school wasn't all that bad. "Besides, Wanda
is expecting you."
<br>
"Wanda?"
<br>
"Our waitress. Don't worry about a thing. She's
got them for you, all
you have to do is go get them."
<br>
"And..." I knew there had to be more.
<br>
"And nothing, sweetie. Just walk in there, turn left,
walk into the
woman's room and there they'll be. Hanging on
the inside stall door."
<br>
"And Wanda?"
<br>
"Oh, I think you'll find her in there too. Now
hurry along."
<br>
The underwear was indeed where Kristi said it would be,
but what she
hadn't told me was that Wanda would be using them to
take care of a little
personal business of her own. I still have those shorts,
and sometime in the
future, along with the dockers, they are going to have to
be washed!
<br>
<br>
iii
<br>
<br>
The point of this whole story is to show you how complex my
wife's mind
is. She'd arranged this entire scenario, right down
to hiring the waitress
to follow the script, and the incredible part is she could
anticipate my
every move. She knew how I would react, she knew how my cock
would react.
<br>
If and when you ever get the opportunity to fuck my wife,
remember this
facet of her personality. While she makes a willing submissive,
she can be
one hell of a bitch when it's her turn!
<br>
Part Four
<br>
This is the fourth of a series about my wife, Kristi. 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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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, because 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.
<br>
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
performance, 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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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!
<br>
One of the most important thing to know about getting 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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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."
<br>
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."
<br>
Shit! He didn't understand anything! The right response
to her
statement would have been, "I do understand, but
I really must insist. Open
your blouse and let me see your breasts. Right here, right
now. I want to
see them now."
<br>
Knowing her as I do, her response would be along the lines
of "But
someone might see us."
<br>
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!"
<br>
You'll be fondling my wife's tits within seconds.
<br>
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 innocent 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.
<br>
"Phillip...do you like this?"
<br>
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

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