The day that our landlord had held my naked fiancé while cumming against her ass changed everything. It changed everything about our tastes. I couldn't stop watching men ogle my soon-to-be-wife. Her mocha skin, her delicious thick brown legs, her petite cleavage, her bubble butt, her black curly hair, her gorgeous eyes you could stare into for ages, preferably while she was on top of you moaning about your dick.
It had gotten to a point where we couldn't leap into bed without there being some sort of voyeuristic or exhibitionist moment leading up to it.
After that fateful Uber drive, my wife and I started taking rides at night back from bars, her in a short dress or skirt, most often without panties. She'd sit in the middle and reach over to me to help me with my belt buckle, showing a glimpse of her fantastic ass to the stranger. Some of them disappointingly looked away. Others glared, which I loved. Some would reach out and touch the exposed private skin of my wife's ass, which I loved even more. And some, the most generous strangers, would position their hands with a finger pointing out and I'd see my wife's eyes go big as they poked between her cheeks.
There was one night she sat between two college boys coming back from a rowdy night of possibly too many beers. She didn't have to lean anywhere, their hands were all over my wife's tight body before the doors even closed. Their fingers tugging at her sundress, getting glimpses, slipping them in places they didn't belong.
We had the best sex that night.
We kept upping the game. We would go to farmers markets and my wife would lean forward to check out some fruits, her top drooping, showing the vendor her braless tits. I'd stand right next to her as she did it.
Those Sundays were perfect for mutualing right afterwards.
We even got friends involved. She would text me pictures of her coming out of the shower when she knew my coworkers had my phone. Seventeen of my coworkers have now seen my wife's perky tits. Ten have seen her ass. Four have seen her shaven pussy.
I still jerk off knowing that.
But even though we were having a thrill of exposure before getting married, we knew something was missing. We knew it wasn't enough. We were running from the knowledge of what we had to do to completely give into these perverse thoughts. And one day, a month before our wedding, Melissa told me it was time.
And I agreed with her.
There was a knock on Alfie's door. He opened it, the tall older man looking down at my cute girlfriend in a thin black nightie.
"Hi, Alfie" she said, smiling, biting a bit at her plump lips.
He didn't answer. He looked her up and down. His eyes soaked in her breasts. That soft cleavage. Down, the nice shape of her flat tummy. Her thick legs. His eyes slowly drifted back up.
"Why don't you come in," he asked. She smiled and politely obliged.
He knew this was coming. Alfie was a master manipulator and his plan had worked. The seeds he had planted in our innocent marriage had paid off. All those days of staring at her ass in front of me, enticing me with his horrible comments, it was all coming to this.
He closed the door. "Where's the husband?" he asked.
"He's at work," Melissa answered. "He wanted me to give you this."
She held out a video camera.
In truth I was in the guest house we were renting from Alfie. But we liked this story more.
Alfie smiled and plugged the camera into his computer then turned to her. He took my wife's hand and turned her to face him. He lifted the back of her nightie, facing the camera, and let his hand graze over her body, confirming his suspicion: no panties. He spanked my wife's ass. She giggled. His hand drifted to her front. She gasped.
He touched her in a place only I was supposed to. He savored this moment. Then he let his hands move up and he tugged away at her nightie straps, revealing her brown b cups.
Her nightie fell to the floor. She was completely naked in front of Alfie. He leaned down and tenderly kissed her nipples. This alone got her wet. She felt violated and appreciated.
His mouth moved downwards. He kissed her between her legs. She grabbed his head as his mouth moved around the region, exploring it. She sort of blacked out and when she came to, she was pulling his white cock out of his pants.
