Chapter 1 -- How it all started
How did my wife become such a slut and let me watch and why did I love it?
Looking back I must have been crazy to have divorced her but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Now I only have memories. Whether you choose to believe these stories or not I can only assure you that they are 100% accurate. My wife, Maggie, and I didn't go into our marriage intending that she should become such a slut. We sort of slowly drifted into it.
I worked away from home all week, coming home only at weekends. At weekends we went out every night together, usually to the same pubs and with the same large crowd of people. During the week Maggie stayed at home and she had a part time job to keep her occupied. Money was OK and our sex life was not too bad.
Maggie was an extremely vivacious and bubbly character who was always the centre of attention and had a tendency to flirt with any men in the group. At first this was harmless fun and nobody took it serious. I think she would have jumped a mile if anyone had made more than a mild pass at her.
At this time of our marriage, Maggie, a blond woman, in her early thirties, with a curvaceous figure and quite large breasts, was a bit conservative in her dress and very self-conscious of the size of her breasts. She liked to drink and ended each evening that we went out on the happy side of drunk. She never overdid it by getting blind, legless drunk but was always laughing and just enjoyed being happy. She did, however, always prefer the company of men, particularly younger ones, and there were quite a few of these in our company whenever we went out. It was rather strange but she didn't really have many women friends but had many male friends.
We were always very open with each other and talked a lot. I enjoyed it when she was out enjoying herself as she had been on her own all week and I was pleased to see she could so easily shrug it off.
In our group was one young man called Tick who was about 20 years old and was a particular favourite of my wife's as he was constantly telling her jokes and making her and everyone else laugh.
One particular night, quite late in the evening, my wife told me that Tick had made a pass at her when she went to the toilet. It was a mild pass but was significant in that it was the first time he had done so. She thought that he might be interested in her sexually. This surprised us both as there had been no prior indication of this. Nothing further happened that night and we went home and it was pretty much forgotten. I assumed my wife had shrugged it off and would probably go easy on the flirting with Tick from that moment on.
We went out the next night and my wife dressed in a very revealing knitted top and very tight blue jeans. The top showed a lot of cleavage and was short sleeved so if she wasn't too careful her bra was visible through the armholes. If she bent forward all of her bra would have been visible. However, if she was careful it was a very tasteful top that was very pretty and looked very good on her. I asked her why she was wearing it and she said that other women in the group tended to wear sexy, revealing clothes and she felt left out. I had to agree with her that they did. However, apart from occasionally sitting next to Tick and having a few quiet words with him my wife reported that nothing had happened so I thought it had all come to nothing.
The next weekend we went out as usual and it was pretty much the same crowd and the same routine. There was a change though, in that my wife was wearing the same knitted top but this time with no bra. She also had on the same very tight blue jeans and looked stunning and I thought that if she is not careful someone is going to see some tit. I thought that I'd just watch what developed between Tick and my wife. I had begun to think something may develop and I was fairly sure I wanted something to happen.
I did notice that quite early in the evening Maggie had a chance to sit at a number of spare seats amongst the group but chose deliberately to sit next to Tick. She stayed next to him all evening and had a number of very close, whispered conversations with him. Twice she went to the toilet and he followed, or at least went at the same time. Each time they weren't away long so I figured nothing much could be happening but determined to ask her about it all later.
About half an hour before the pub closed, Maggie told me that during the course of the evening Tick had made several passes at her in the passageway to the toilets. She said that he had complimented her on her knitted top, her jeans and had particularly mentioned that he noticed she had no bra on which he said he preferred. Rather than being embarrassed she wondered what might happen if he was allowed a little more opportunity to get her alone and wanted to know what I thought about it.
I asked her what she wanted to do and she said that she might invite him back to the house for a drink and see what happened. I asked her how far she might want to go and what was I supposed to do. She said that she would only let him play with her tits and wanted me to pretend to fall asleep in the chair then Tick couldn't go too far. She said that when she had let him go far enough she would accidentally make a noise and I would slowly wake up. That would be the end and Tick would leave. It seemed like a reasonable plan and we decided to try it.
She then returned to the company and sat next to Tick again and they continued the secret whispers and giggles. When we were ready to leave, and most of the people around us had already gone, Maggie told me that she had invited Tick back to our house for a drink. I said 'great' and we all went to our house.
At home I sat in an armchair in the corner of the lounge and Tick sat on the settee directly opposite. I put a lamp on that was behind the armchair so the light went across the room. It wasn't very bright but highlighted the settee area but kept my face in semi-darkness. Maggie came in from the kitchen where she had gone to get some cans of beer and gave one to me and one to Tick. She then sat next to Tick on the settee. This was very significant as there was another armchair to sit in.