A Vixen Tals About Early Marriage

There is something really exciting about having men and sometimes women flirt with me. Especially while my husband is at my side, or across the room watching me, keeping me safe. I do enjoy flirting almost as much as I enjoy being flirted with. Flirting is food for the soul. It just makes me happy.

My fantasy is to be able to watch my husband, as he watches me, orgasm in someone's arms. Preferably with us both naked. And maybe someday with another cock in me, filling me with sperm, as I hold my husbands hand and tell him that I love him. My husband, who enjoys the fantasy while we are making love, says that he could never handle the reality ever taking place. So I fantasize a lot while flirting.

We haven't been married very long as I'm only 22 years old. He has some growing up still to do before he becomes secure enough in our marriage, and my love for him, before jealousy fades away. I hear that women often have to wait until they are in their mid to late thirties before their husbands can relax enough. I think that is one of the reasons women go for the older men. Less jealousy and insecurity issues.

My husband is definitely not a cuck, or he would already be begging me to fuck other men. Perhaps with some coaxing, he could enjoy having a vixen for a wife though? We will see. My husband is a strong man. Strong in body, strong in willpower. He does get nice erections watching and listening to me flirt. But gets angry if someone touches my breasts or pussy with their hands. Other body contact is ok though. Mostly.

On our honeymoon, a man had his fingers inside me while my husband and I were in the hotel Jacuzzi. I was orgasming with my husband sitting right next to me. It was so exciting. Then a whole group of people got into the pool with us and my husband got out to get us beer. I very quickly floated right up on that mans lap. Before my new husband returned, my vagina was full of sperm, right in front of several other people, who had no idea what was happening. It was a very thrilling experience.

We live in a second floor apartment. Between us and the building next door, is a space of about 20 feet. The apartments in that building mirror ours. On the third floor, I sometimes see a very tall older married man looking directly down through his tiny bathroom window as I'm showering. I know that he can clearly see me from the shoulders up, as I can also clearly see him. If I back up, I can no longer see him, but I have squatted down, looking up, and realize that he has a clear view of me from belly button to shoulders, whenever I back up in the shower to soap up.

Lately, whenever I am in the shower, he just happens to be there. We wave, smile, and say hi to each other. I pretend that I don't realize that he can see my breasts.

One day, my husband was standing there talking with me while watching me wash my hair. Our neighbor, not realizing that my husband was standing right there, said "Hello neighbor". My husband very quietly asked how much of me our neighbor could see. Turning around so our neighbor couldn't see, I pointed at how much of me could be seen right then. Then stepped to her other end of the shower and showed my husband what our neighbor was now seeing as I soaped myself up.

My husband became very excited and stroked his cock, telling me our neighbor was probably masturbating as well. I just smiled knowing that two men were masturbating while watching me bathe. it was a very good feeling.

That night over dinner my husband kept talking about what a turn on it was for him, knowing a man was watching me showering, and probably masturbating as he watched. Even though that man was almost old enough to be my grandfathers age. But maybe that mans age somehow made me safe in his eyes. No jealousy over an old man, right? I thought about that.

Our bed was always against the wall opposite the big window. That weekend I told my husband that I wanted the bed moved under the window so I would have better lighting when reading in bed during the day, After he moved the furniture around, I opened the drapes and piled up pillows against the headboard. After getting comfortable, I checked behind me with my phone and got a clear view up towards both my neighbors bedroom and bathroom windows. I then started reading and waiting to see if my neighbor would notice. Approximately twenty minutes later, I saw his head appear in the shower window.

Monday, at my regular shower time after my husband went to work, I completely opened my bedroom window, letting the breeze blow the curtains open exposing me laying on my bed after my shower. After bathing, I am always horny from letting him watch me. And I always go right to my bed for a few orgasms before getting dressed. Today was no exception. The breeze felt wonderful across my nakedness as I stroked my wet juices up and over my swollen clit. Just knowing that he could see my entire body made my orgasm come quickly, and surprised me with its intensity.

I tilted my head back as I was coming down off my orgasm, looking up I could see him quite obviously masturbating as he watched me. His orgasm was loud and long. I smiled as he seemingly collapsed down onto the shower floor. That felt good, really good. My neighbor and I played like that all summer long. Then he moved away with his wife somewhere, and I never saw him again.

The next year, mid-summer, we went to a pool party. There was a game where we all had to get up on the shoulders of someone's husband and wrestle. Actually it was just an excuse to pull off each others tops. And it worked beautifully. Women got dunked, bathing suit bottoms somehow floated off by themselves, and another man was underwater pushing his head between your legs so he could lift you out of the water triumphantly, everyone laughing. After all the women were naked, the dunking continued as every man, including my husband wanted the feeling of every nude pussy wiggling back and fourth across his neck. As I was under water, I saw every cock hard, and every woman's hands groping. Including my own. I had every one of those hard cocks in my hand and every male head between my legs.

Did this game make everyone super horny? Oh hell yes. Some wives or husbands got jealous after awhile and scooted their spouse safely home. But not before everyone had groped or fondled everyone's spouse. To me, this was a really good icebreaker. It relaxed my husband and made him realize just how much sexual games can be fun. We both had a really good time. And wanted to do it again.

We all stayed naked for the rest of the day, even the men, as most of them had also lost their bathing suits in the pool. After dark, and a day of drinking, we were down to four couples. We started a game in the Jacuzzi that I thought for sure my husband would object to, but he didn't. The men sat far apart. The women went from man to man for a short time, never showing anything above the bubbles. Who knew what was going on under there. But I knew every man touched me all over, and every man was rock hard.

I told everyone I had to go pee. But it was actually just to hope everyone did not move, because my husband had a very horny woman practically sitting on his lap. As I went by the switch for the pool lights, I switched all of the pool lights off, even for the big pool, giving everyone much need privacy. As I returned, I could see her arms around my husbands neck. I slid in beside her husband asking, "Do you think they are fucking?" He laughed. "My wife probably had him inside of her the instant the lights went off. That was a good move on your part". I backed up towards him, reached between my legs, and pushed him inside me as we watched my husband get his penis inside the second vagina of his life.

One couple got up and went into the pool to fuck. The other couple went into the house. I just had to stay there watching him fuck, letting him know that both her husband and I knew, and were watching everything. And that everything was all right. I didn't want him going home torn up with guilt feelings. I wanted him to enjoy himself. And he did.

We slept in the guest bedroom that night. When I got up at 3am to pee, my husband was missing. Quietly I went searching for him and found him in the kitchen, bottle of water in his hand, cock in a woman's mouth. He saw me, she didn't. I made motions for him to bend her over the table, and fuck her from behind, so I could watch. And he broke out into a huge grin, and did just that. I watched for awhile, then patted him gently on the ass and went back to bed to sleep.

The next day, everyone was dressed and acting like we all didn't just fuck each others husbands yesterday. We had breakfast, and went home. As I was showering with my husband, I noticed that we now have a new neighbor. I whispered in my husbands ear about my new discovery. He peeked over my head and told me our neighbor was a very hot and tall blonde. Not exactly the muscular bald man I just saw. I guess they also like to shower together. I don't think that they saw us yet. But we definitely saw them.

When we got to our room, the drapes were pulled wide open. The window was also wide open, sunlight brightly lit up our entire bed as the curtains blew in the wind. The bedroom looked magical. My husband pulled me down on top of him in the middle of the bed. Kissing me, he asked if I thought they would look if I giggled loudly. Then he tickled me relentlessly, as I giggled loudly while trying to get away from him. As he penned me down ravaging my breasts with his mouth, I could see our neighbors in their bedroom window.

An hour and a half later, with my butt facing the window, I rolled off my husband, mouth still partly filled with sperm after a delightful 69. On my back, legs spread wide, I looked up, directly into the watchful eyes and smiling faces of our still nude neighbors. They smiled and waved, she blew me a kiss. I smiled and waved back, pretending that I was seeing them for the very first time.

They were our age, and we all became very good friends. She taught me all about the joys of being a Vixen as her mom had taught her everything that she knew. Talk about growing up with a good mentor. Her mom was perfect.