Chapter One
If you like stories that get to the sexual gymnastics in a few paragraphs don't bother reading this one.
This is about eroticism. The slow build up to hearing my usually shy wife confess to me her sexual adventures. Most men that have a desire to see or hear about their wives with other men will agree that it would be the anticipation and slow build up that gave the greatest turn on. She, and the men, let themselves gradually go one step farther into illicit sex. Listening to my wife telling me the details was the biggest turn on of my life, though she did it reluctantly.
The story is true; I will tell you later how I know. Some of the finer detail may not be 100% because she told me several different versions but essentially it is fact. However, it took years to get to the truth and because this is real life there was also anger, jealousy and pain. Now I will get on with it.
At the time we had moved into a house on an estate that was having an extensive remodernisation programme. My wife, 23 years old, natural blonde, good figure and our two daughters just about school age. She attracted a lot of attention from the army of workmen on the estate. The houses each side of ours was empty having work done on them. One day whilst having a sicky from work I rose late and was in the bathroom when I heard the workmen from next door speak to my wife, who was in the garden hanging out the washing. I heard her exchange greetings with two men then heard her say, " I've got my husband at home today." One man said "Oh I see." That was it! Very suspicious, not a normal conversation. She was warning them. Why? They were obviously on their way round. My head spun. What had she been getting up to while I was at work? I felt both anger and jealousy.
I went down stairs and said, "What was that all about?" She denied she had said it. Well to cut a long story short there was an almighty row. Things got very much out of hand over the next few days and for everyone's sake we had to sit down and talk about it quietly. She admitted she had lied to me. Yes they did come in the house, only for a coffee and a chat she said. I told her there must be more to it but she started getting angry and tearful again so I left it. Until, a few months later when they had gone, I raised the subject again. . The incident had nagged at me, but trying to stay good humoured I told my wife in bed that I bet they really fancied her. I told her I was only mad that she had lied to me. It was OK if they came round for a coffee and chat. "Bet you liked the attention though " I suggested. She relaxed a bit and said she felt flattered by the whistles she got in the garden. "So how did you get chatty with them?" I asked.
"When I was in the garden, hanging out the washing, (having two young girls that was often) they wolf whistled at me from the next door bedroom window," she said. I got a picture in my head of my wife in the garden and immediately got a hard on. Then, short skirts were in fashion and my wife was sometimes a bit careless bending over. No wonder they whistled. " Did you flash your panties? " I asked. She was shocked. " It's OK, I said, "I'm not going to get angry. The thought of you flirting when I'm at work is quite a turn on. After all, you must get bored now the girls are at school."
In truth, at that time my feelings were mixed up, jealously, angry she had lied and worried that she had been unfaithful. Yet I couldn't quite understand why I also felt sexually turned on at the same time. "Well, I suppose they would have seen my panties sometimes." she said. " You mean you know you did," I said. Re-assuring her that it was quite a turn on hearing about it she was more forthcoming…but still hiding something. "Did you flash for them intentionally?" I asked. She nodded. "Tell me about it"
"When I went into the garden, hanging out the washing, I knew they were looking at me from an upstairs window. So I bent over the wash basket more than I needed to, so my dress would ride up. Sometimes I stretched up for the washing line knowing my short summer dresses would finish up nearly to my waist. I could hear them whisper to each other in hushed tones." My cock got very hard and my heart beat faster. "Carry on," I said. She looked nervous. "They started coming into the next garden so they could chat over the fence. I could feel them eyeing me up. I suppose they wanted a closer look."
"Did they get one?" I asked. She looked down sheepishly and nodded. "So they were looking over the fence chatting while you worked and you treated them by bending over to show your underwear?"
