Claire and I had been married for twenty years. We are a conventional and happy couple with many friends and with a happy lifestyle. Our two children are at university and so, after many years of hectic family life, we at last have the house to ourselves. We are not particularly well off financially but we have had a happy life together.
Claire at 42 is a tall, well built girl with good strong shoulders and well rounded hips supporting well curved buttocks. She has a very good posture and a lovely face with a few gentle laugh lines, enhanced by full lips covering straight teeth. Her generous lips are made for kissing! But her most striking attributes are her breasts. These are firm and well rounded; they are not enormous at 36 C, but they stand as proud and firm as those of a young girl, but with large areola and good size nipples that harden rapidly when aroused.
After twenty years it is true that our love live had become somewhat stagnant. But we were a carefree couple who enjoyed indulging in some erotic activity. For example, I knew that Claire was proud of her body and that she was not adverse to allowing a discrete display to a stranger. She wore low cut tops, often leaving a couple of buttons undone on tight blouses; and tight well cut skirts, dresses or trousers. This had never bothered me. On the contrary, it gave me a thrill to see other men admiring her figure, and if one got the chance to look down her chest I had often started to get erect.
She certainly had not held back when we had once played strip poker with friends. She was on a loosing streak and, much to the excitement of the other players this had resulted in her discarding all her clothes except for her bra and panties. It was exciting watching my wife, almost naked in front of these four male colleagues. There was silence in the room as she lost the next hand. Another item of clothing would have to go. My cock was solid as the dealer stood and announced. "You know the rules, Claire."
She looked apprehensive as he went behind Claire's chair, slipped his hands over her bra encasing erect nipples, then unclasped her bra at the back. He pushed the straps down and removed it from her arms. Claire was blushing and coy as she crossed her arms over her now naked breasts. The dealer took both wrists holding them up above her head. Her magnificent breasts were now on display to all. But it was all in fun and the evening finished quietly shortly thereafter. It had excited me tremendously seeing my wife displayed like that to my friends. That night, as we made love, I commented on the boldness of the dealer. I asked her if she would have minded if he had touched her naked breasts. She sighed but did not reply. As I entered her I told her quietly that I would not have minded had he done so. She rose her vagina up to me as she breathed deeply. I pushed in hard sheaving my cock as I whispered that she had better play her cards more carefully next time or her naked breasts would be handled by all the players present. She moaned at the thought and the resultant lovemaking was spectacular for both of us!
From then on I fantasised about watching another man handle my lovely wife's breasts. I would often close my eyes and envisage that dealer kneading her breasts to the encouragement of the other players who would then also join in. I would go hard thinking about the possible scene as I stroked my cock. Perhaps, I thought, she could be persuaded to go even further. Perhaps one of the men would be rough on her breasts and force her to touch his hard cock. But there was no next time.
A few months later a bachelor friend of mine, Tom, had been invited to our house. After supper, where a lot of wine had been consumed, we returned to the sitting room where he made a point of sitting next to Claire on the sofa, leaving me in a chair facing them. I knew that he fancied her and, during the evening over supper he had showered her with attention, ensuring that the conversation always included her. She had enjoyed the flirtation and had occasionally deliberately lent down when serving him so that he could fully see her cleavage. Occasionally he had touched her shoulder or her hand but these seemed to be friendly gestures with no sexual intent.
Later, in the sitting room, as the conversation flowed I saw his hand come to rest on her knee. I knew then that something was going to happen. After all it was somewhat unusual for a man to place his hand on a friend's wife's knee and leave it there! Maybe it was not anything sensual but, on the other hand, maybe it was. Maybe Tom would want to touch her further? My cock started to stiffened. Shortly Claire excused herself, patted Tom's thigh and got up to go to bathroom upstairs next to our bedroom. The magic of the moment had been broken. I went to the kitchen to retrieve another bottle of wine in the hope of keeping the party going. I was desperate to see how it would develop. On my return Tom said that he would need a pee and I directed him to the cloakroom downstairs as I filled our glasses. Claire returned and joined me. I smiled at her as she entered. "You are a bad girl letting Tom put his hand on your knee," I said.
Unexpectedly, she came to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. She whispered in my ear: "I know. I nearly removed my bra and knickers just now."
"Oh, God." I choked.
"I thought that you would have liked that," she whispered again as she kissed me. My cock twitched.
I kissed her on the lips. "If you had I would have had to take my belt to you."
"Oh," she whispered. "Naughty thoughts need punishment, don't they?"
