Saturday morning, I woke up before Heather. Staring at the ceiling I was trying to come to grips with everything that had happened. Last Saturday, we had been the typical suburban Mid-western couple, married for over 10 years, 2 kids and always faithful to each other. Sex was always occasional and behind closed doors, but over the last week all of that has changed.
I thought back to the times I had read the loving wife stories and envisioned my beautiful and loving wife; romping around naked in public and having sex in different places.
Funny, I never saw me doing things with another woman but I had visualized my Heather being shared with another man and men as I had read the stories. It was Heather sucking another cock, Heather being fucked, Heather with a cock up her ass, Heather being double penetrated and Heather "air tight."
I was always waiting for Heather to come back to me and share with me her latest adventure as we made passionate love to each other, reaffirming our bond to one another.
It's interesting the way events have unfolded over the past week. I thought I was being brave when I asked Heather to not wear a bra on our two week trip to California. After all, what man does not love to see a woman's unfettered breasts covered only by a simple top and watch as her breasts freely dance as she moves? I was shocked but ecstatic when she agreed!
I had caught all kinds of hell when Heather had discovered my online porn habits. I knew there was no chance of ever fulfilling any fantasies and frankly I only hoped for a normal sex life.
I was surprised to learn that my shy, conservative, Mid-western, God fearing, homemaker wife started reading the wife sharing stories from the internet; with one very big similarity. She visualized herself as the wife in the stories; exhibiting her nude body and being fucked by stranger men.
Now we are in California far from home where nobody knows us and she, well actually both of us, see this as a once in a lifetime opportunity to live the stories.
Surprisingly we have learned over the last week, in Southern California, out of state couples regularly come here to live the stories Additionally, the wife is offered not the husband; the husband only wants to have his wife live out the stories.
Over the past week, Heather had gone braless, topless and nude in public places. We had had sex in doorways, on the beach, on the balcony and in bed. She had even danced nude in an amateur contest and later fucked the living daylights out of me in our rental car parked on the side of the road. We never did find out who won the contest.
Then, yesterday, it had happened. At my insistence and with a bribe from me, Heather had sex with only her second man in her life. He had also paid her $1,000 which added Heather being a prostitute to the list. I had let my dick think for me and all negative emotions were tossed aside as I allowed my horniness to overtake me.
Another story Heather and I had found out we each liked involved auctioning the club members' wives to raise money for charity. In only a few short hours Heather is to be sold to the highest bidder in a charity auction. Heather will be another man's property until 6 PM Sunday!
As I try to internalize and assess all that has happened and is about to happen, I begin to examine Heather's naked body with a new appreciation. I realize that I have taken my lover for granted not really appreciating the gorgeous creature I married.
Why was I so fortunate to have married someone this beautiful?
I stare at the beauty of her face, framed by her flowing red hair. Her eyes when open are an amazing green with reddish-brown flecks and her nose is the perfect shape and size for her face.
I study the lips I had kissed so many times over the last ten years; lips that until yesterday, had only kissed mine. Without lipstick, Heather's lips are a pale pink; warm, inviting, sensual.
I so wanted to lock my lips with Heather's and to passionately kiss those lips and savor the feeling of our tongues intertwined in furious lust.
Continuing; my gaze moves to her neck and shoulders. I have a new appreciation for Heather's milky white skin and the freckles that decorate it, more where the sun shines on her skin and then becoming fewer where her clothing covers the secret unseen places.
Now Heather's wonderful breasts, each slightly more than a handful, the left larger than the right. Smaller and firm when we first married they rode high on her chest. Ten years and two children have swelled their size and had moved lower on her chest. They are, even now, no less captivating.
I must control my urge to reach out and squeeze them lest I wake her. I am looking at them in a whole new way. I am intent on memorizing every inch of their beauty.
I think of how they are regrettably usually trapped inside the confines of a bra but, at least on this trip, I have enjoyed watching them dance in freedom. I love the way Heather's breast look and move when she is braless.
I wince remembering how hurt Heather had been when she had caught me with porn on the computer. She had cried terribly from the painful betrayal. She took it to mean she no longer appealed to me, that I needed someone else. She did not understand how I could be seeing her in my mind as I looked and read.
I guess she understands now.
God, my dick is so hard I feel like it will burst.
My attention returns to her breasts with her delectable areolas, each about two inches in diameter, a darker pink than the milky white skin surrounding them. At the center, Heather's nipples each about the size of a pencil eraser, I study the ends and gaze intently at each bump and crease.
I refuse to give into the urge to reach out and take her nipples into my mouth and suck on them.
Forcing myself to continue my visual exploration, I follow the curve of her chest, I admire her ribs as they expand and contract with Heather's breathing. I never really stopped to think how sensual looking the rest of Heather's chest was. Suddenly I have a mischievous temptation to tickle Heather's side but I do not want to wake her just yet.
I look lower still; my attention is drawn to the shiny jewel that hangs from Heather's new navel piercing. Just the week before we left Heather had seen a girl with one and commented on how slutty it looked.
Was this Heather's way of making a statement about her new self?
I look with appreciation at the effect just a week of hard exorcise and training has had on Heather's mid section. The once more loose look that came from too many nights on the couch watching television is giving way to a sleek well toned appearance.
I am going to have to exercise more or risk being left behind.
At last, the area between her legs, the place of untold pleasure. Bare skin could now be seen where only last week a thick bush of red hair grew. The lack of hair would remind one of the innocent look of a young girl except emerging from the twin white shells are the beautiful, pink, fully developed labia of a woman. Indeed, this was a grown woman who fully engages in the rights of pleasure available to a woman and not some child or giddy school girl.
How do I describe this most wondrous of sights? I try to take it all in, the pink flesh which in its not aroused state appears to be a single pink ribbon descending to the place I have found pleasure in so many times over the last ten years. The place that until yesterday; I, alone, had taken pleasure.
My hard on twitched; remembering the sight of Heather, naked in another man's arms, savoring the luxuriant pleasure that only Heather can provide.
I peer intently at the protruding pink flesh looking for the line separating one from the other. The line which when my love is aroused opens like a flower to reveal the treasure hidden within. I look for the button that provides my lover intense pleasure but it is not to be seen as Heather sleeps.
