A STRANGE AND UNEXPECTED DESIRE
It was the wildest party I had ever hosted.
My wife Beth had been getting ready for the party all day. She was one of the most attractive women in our neighborhood and always one of the hottest women whenever we went to a bar or somewhere in public. Men constantly check her out, she loves giving them something to look at.
Beth is the kind of woman that makes a man tremble in her presence. She has long blonde hair, and large 38 C breasts, which she is constantly flaunting, in the low-cut shirt she wears everywhere. I've seen her go to work with shirts that, if she moved too much, had the edge of her nipples peaking over. What's even more mouth-watering are her hips and ass. You can tell by looking at Beth that she was built for fucking: she has wide, baby-making hips, and an equally wide, round ass that is usually covered by a thong.
If anything, Beth is not modest. And she has never had a problem humiliating me in public, despite my private pleas for her to stop. For the party, for example, she was dressed in a sheer white tank top, with a plunging neckline, a black bra, and an extremely short miniskirt that goes one or two inches above the line where her ass and legs meet. Her tits are so big, they're bulging out of her shirt, and in this particular shirt, there is very little coverage on the breasts, so the tops of her big brown nipples are showing. Every man at the party will be watching her.
My wife had arranged this party, so I knew there would be a lot of men there. My wife has a vibrant social life: she is always out with the girls from work, or sometimes she'll go to dinner with a male co-worker. She has stayed out all night on several occasions: I've never asked her where she went on those nights. She also knows a lot of women, most of them, know Beth's and my little secret. I like to be cuckolded.
A brief background: Lind and I got married six years ago. On our honeymoon, I was humiliated for the first time. Beth had spent the first night of the honeymoon with me, but she spent two nights in a row in my best man's room, my brother. The rooms were linked with a common door, so, I peeked inside the door and watched, angrily and excitedly, as my wife was pounded by my much stronger younger brother.
My brother also had a bigger cock than me, and Beth convulsed multiple times in the two nights they spent together. She probably would have stayed with him longer, but he had to fly back home on the third day. I regretted asking him to come along; he and Linda had gotten along so well before we were married, and I wanted her to feel extra safe. And that was her excuse for going to his bedroom for the two nights.
"Honey," she cooed in her soft voice, "It's just that your brother Michael and I want to stay up tonight talking because I feel extra nervous about falling asleep in this foreign country. You're not jealous, are you?"
She looked at me so innocently, knowing that she was utterly humiliating me.
"B-b-b-but I thought that I-I-I could keep you safe," I stuttered in a desperate reply.
"Oh you can baby, it's just that tonight, I need to talk to Michael. Don't worry, it's about you and me. I want to find out more about you growing up. Don't stay up too late."
She didn't give me another chance to protest, she slinked out of the room and into the adjoining room where I knew my brother was sleeping. I could hear the squeaking of the bedsprings as she joined him in bed, and shortly thereafter, started fucking him.
But that was six years ago. Since then, I have confessed to my wife that I enjoyed watching her with other men and often fantasized about it on nights when she went out with her friends or if she went to dinner with a co-worker for a few hours.
"Oh baby, that's so sweet,"
She said the night I told her, shortly after we finished making love.
"That's great, then. I've been trying to be a good wife for you, and now you've told me what I need to do to make you happy. It just so happens that, that makes me happy! I hope you don't mind, but I knew you enjoyed this, so I have been dressing more revealingly for the men in my office. Don't worry though, nobody has ever fucked me except you,"
Acting as if I didn't know about her and my brother.
"Just promise me that you'll make him wear a condom if you carry it out. We both know that you don't like taking birth control pills, so I want you to be safe,"
"Of course, baby! I will only let you come in me. Nobody else,"
As she batted her eyelashes to look extra innocent.
It was like that for this party tonight. My wife, despite wearing a shirt that clearly showed the top of her nipples and her big, bouncy breasts, and a miniskirt that if she bent over would show you every little detail between her legs, trying to attract attention. And it was not mine. When I started pawing at her, she pushed me away.
"Honey, I have been getting ready for this party all day! Don't mess up my hair or outfit...you wouldn't want your wife's tits hanging out for all the men to see tonight, would you?"
She argued as if her tits were not already hanging out of her shirt. Maybe she was giving me a hint as to her plans that night.
Around 9 p.m., everyone started to show up. There were only a few people. I didn't know any of them. Most were guys, and they all chatted with my wife at different points in the evening. I noticed that there were some women at the party who were talking to the large number of men, but they often spoke in hushed tones and pointed and giggled at me, as if they knew something I didn't.
I knew something was up; my wife kept leaving to go to the bathroom and usually, another guy would follow her upstairs. She would go for twenty minutes at a time. I found myself looking for her and asking around but most of the guys just smirked when I asked where she was.
It got worse after midnight, though. At about 1 a.m., only 5 or 6 guys and 2 women were left. The two women indicated they would be leaving soon. My wife came back from another trip to the bathroom, and her co-worker Peter followed her walking back downstairs. Peter was a younger and bigger guy: 6'3" and 250 pounds of muscle. My wife had gone to dinner with him before, and a few times went on an overnight business trip with him, sometimes with two other male coworkers.
But what disturbed me the most was when they came back downstairs, Peter sat down in the armchair in the living room, where everyone was. My disheveled-looking wife, whose tits were almost exploding out of her shirt, sat on Peter's lap and looked at me innocently. Her legs were open slightly to reveal to the guest she did not have any panties on. I didn't say anything, and Peter winked at me looking smug.
The party soon turned to talking about women, as it dwindled to 4 guys and myself, as they crowded around my wife and Peter in the living room. I'm not sure how the conversation got to this point, but I had briefly left the room only to walk back in and hear one of her co-workers, Bill.
"Beth, you know, on the subject of pictures at work, I would love to have a picture of you in a bathing suit. You look like a model, and it doesn't look like your husband minds."
He shot me a smug look.
"Bill, you're so naughty!"
My wife giggled, as I watched Peter rub her back, and whispered something while she sat on his lap. My wife stood up from Peter's lap, much to my relief.
"Well, you guys have been bugging me all night. Bill, you are so darn persuasive! Why don't you all wait here? It's nothing y'all haven't seen before, so I don't know why you want to see it now. I guess I can show you guys my new bathing suit,"
Immediately a wave of dread came over me. Her new bathing suit was a white, one-piece suit, and she looked so buxom in it, it was unfit. I stepped out of the living room and followed her as she went upstairs.
"Baby, y-you're not going to wear that bathing suit you bought last week, are you?"
