My wife is gorgeous. Since the first time I've met her I thought so. Long brunette hair, blue eyes and a smile that draws in anyone around her. And just the most gorgeous slim body with curves in all the right places. It was clear from day one that she really looked after herself.
Before we even moved in together she knew just how to drive me crazy.
Sex had always been great. She was really adventurous and up for just about anything. I loved it when she told me about past experiences with other men. Maybe I loved it too much.
Life carried on and we had a great sex life. But I found my mind constantly wandering to thoughts of her and other men. I'd watch her getting dressed in the morning and see her amazing body in a lacy bra and thong. Covering those firm 36c breasts and shaved smooth pussy. And I kept thinking how hot it would be if another man got to see her like that. That someone else got to see my girl with absolutely nothing on. I've gotta say the thought drove me wild.
When we had sex I'd talk about it more and more. About her playing with another man's cock. About someone else getting to touch her. It definitely seemed to turn her on and add to the excitement. But that's the thing with fantasies isn't it. They're exciting, but they aren't real.
I started mentioning it in our day to day things. How a guy was looking down her vest top at a checkout. But I didn't mind, maybe she should go braless next time to really give him something to look at. Always said with a slight laugh, just so she didn't think I was serious and tell me to sod off.
We were speaking to each other the next day and I asked her what she had planned. She told me her friend Annie had invited her to the local for a bottle of wine and a catch up. They had been friends for years and not seen each other for a while. I told her to have a good time and say hi to Annie for me and I'd message her later.
Throughout the day she started winding me up. Messages to me with things like, imagine if I get chatted up tonight now after all your comments! You might even like it!
She didn't know how turned on I was by that very thought. It was driving me mad and I spent most of the day with a massive hard on.
I messaged her as soon as I got home and asked if she'd had a good day. We soon got round to her evening ahead and she told me she was looking forward to it. I said yeah I was sure she was looking forward to being chatted up. I knew blokes in thar pub fancied her. She replied with 'well how far should I go?'
The answer went through me like an electric shock! Was she actually going to do this??
I think the nerves suddenly hit me and I said I didn't want her to have sex with anyone.
My phone beeped in reply and I opened to read the message 'OK, but a blow job is fine right? Lol.'
I was physically shaking. She was still teasing me right? This was still just teasing out my fantasy. With that in mind I answered with shaking fingers ' as long as you show me!'
My phone went quiet for an hour and I tried to get on with my normal activities. But my mind kept going back to her evening. I knew she was just teasing me but god it was hot.
After a while my phone went off again and I almost knocked it flying in my haste to pick it up. It was a picture of her in front of the mirror ready to go out. She looked fucking gorgeous. She was dressed in jeans and boots with a tight low cut black top which made her already great tits look amazing!!