My wife, Julie, and I are an ordinary couple in our young to mid 30's. We have been married for ten years and I love her more every day. She is also more beautiful than the day we married. She is a natural blonde, 5'4" tall, and has become a fitness fanatic. While she is not thin and muscled, her curves are perfectly sculpted and firm. I am constantly torn when considering whether her full perfect ass or her soft, still firm breasts are my favorite feature.
Our sex life is fantastic. No other wife in the world is more dedicated to making sure her man is satisfied. I like to think I return the favor. This little story is an example of how dedicated my beautiful bride is at making me happy.
We regularly enjoyed indulging my fetish of imagining that she was a complete slut in the arms of someone else. Though I knew she played along with these fantasies out of her willingness to please me not because it was her fantasy too, she had become quite good at humoring me. Every time I was gone overnight I would receive text messages telling me how she was being naughty. The tales got better and better through time. She learned all my dirty little secret obsessions by judging my responses. Her tales came to regularly involve describing how much larger their cocks were than mine and/or how they lasted forever and recovered quickly for round two or three.
Though I was the first, and only a few times in the distant past, to have been allowed to fuck her perfect little ass she would tell me all about how she begged her imaginary lovers to fuck her married asshole. On one trip I even received a letter describing how the two TV delivery guys, both college age guys one black one white, had fucked both her holes and then covered her in cum. The thought of my beautiful, perfect little good girl wife begging to have a cock in the one place that only I had been, let alone both holes at once, was exquisite torture. It was all imaginary fun, but never failed to have me dying to fuck her silly when I got home. While I would do so she would tell me how I had to be careful since she was still sore or ask how I was enjoying my sloppy seconds. She would kiss me after sucking my cock and ask if I could still taste her lover since he had cum in her mouth earlier.
I know it confounded her trying to understand how I could be fascinated with the humiliation and degradation of having a slut for a wife, even if just in fantasy, but she expertly played along regardless.
That, as the reader must know it would, leads me to a particular night. It was the first time that my wife had gone out for girls night that was more than just playing games at a friends house or dinner and a movie. She had gone with her workout buddy and all around gal pal Nikki to hear a band at an upscale bar we had recently found. I eagerly agreed to stay home with the kids and let her have a girls night out.
To say I eagerly agreed is an understatement. Though I was perfectly happy with the really naughty stuff staying fantasy, I did enjoy the sense of realism imposed on my fantasy world from certain things. Watching men ogle at her when she would go out wearing something a little slutty or at least flirtatious was great fuel for my fire. While I knew she would not do anything overtly risque I also knew that she would be dancing with her hot friend and would inevitably be hit on and perhaps even dance with someone else. I didn't mention those thoughts as I didn't want to ruin our fantasy by having her think I had crossed the line and wanted it to become our reality. Nevertheless, I hoped she would dance and flirt a little and then be open to sharing enough details to create a few new tales out of the harmless reality. The fact that the imagined would stem from some real, albeit harmless, acts was intoxicating.
Nikki came to our house so she could leave her car there and they could share a cab to go out. Just describing Nikki is enough to cause an erection. While not as pretty as my wife there is something about her that just exudes sexuality. At 26, she is six years younger than Julie and is a fitness instructor with an incredible figure. She is about 5'2" with incredible, I would guess, D cups. I actually prefer Julie's ass, but Nikki's is super tight from being so fit. The best thing about her is her willingness to dress to please. Wow can that girl wear some short dresses. She seems to have an endless supply of impossibly tight and daringly short dresses that she wears without needing an occasion. She clearly knows how good her body is and enjoys showing it.
Julie knew Nikki would be dressed to kill and had decided not to be outdone. She was wearing a brown dress that stopped just beneath her ass. The top of it was snug, but not tight, and showed off her breasts perfectly. It was just tight enough against her bra that I could tell it was my favorite lacy black one that was absolutely tantalizing to behold. The back plunged enough that the bra strap was occasionally revealed as she moved. The bottom of the dress was loose enough that when she sat or bent down it moved enough to readily reveal her panties. She looked stunning. She had bought the dress to wear for me since I love to show her off, but never got around to it. Just the fact that she was now donning it to go out without me was a tease.
Out of guilt at abandoning me they hung around for a bit and had a drink with me before leaving. I was pretty sure that I managed to avoid being caught glancing up Nikki's dress every chance I got. It was hard not to look after the first time. Apparently her aversion to having much on didn't stop at her dress length. Her completely bald, panty-less pussy was on full display. My sex life with Julie is so satisfying that I rarely fantasize about other women, but in my mind at that moment my head was under that tight dress running my tongue up that slit while my hands relished the weight of those large, full boobs.
Finally, they called a cab and I was to be left with my mind reeling from its secret fascinations. If Julie only knew how excited I was about her going out without me. Nikki went out to hold the cab while my wife ran to do one last thing before heading out. When she kissed me goodbye she revealed that one last thing she had tended to. As she kissed me in the doorway she slipped her tiny thong panties into my hand and whispered.... "I noticed you seemed to appreciate the fact that she wasn't wearing any and you know I hate to be outdone."
She grinned widely and grabbed my cock through my pants as she left me with parting instructions... "Don't think I don't know you are dying to see if my kiss tastes like cock when I come home. You might want to try not to wear that thing out while I am gone. If it is not up to satisfying me by fucking your sloppy seconds you will have to eat it instead." She headed out to the cab shaking her ass more than was really necessary. Damn! Busted twice! My beautiful minx had read my mind AND caught my roaming eyes. My fingers played with the panties in my hand. Was I imagining things or were they moist? The real question was...was she wet just from her little mind fuck she had created or was she looking forward to adding the element of realism to our little game the same as I was. Was she was looking forward to telling me about the guys who hit on her and danced with her or was she looking forward to being hit on and dancing with them.
I did manage to not jerk off before she got home, but it was a long tortured night. Well, that is sorta true. I should clarify that I managed not to cum. I couldn't resist stroking my cock occasionally. I spent the whole night entertaining the mental images of her dancing and flirting. Images of her smiling and shaking her head to say "no, no, no bad boy" when one of her dance partners would let his hand sliding over her ass turn into a grope. Then letting the grope last just long enough to give them a good feel only to shut them down when they would take that as permission to raise the skirt enough to cup the bare skin of her ass in their hands. I imagined her smiling at seeing the lust in their eyes from her tease and relishing in the power of torturing them by constantly denying anything really naughty.
My erection raged all night hoping my thoughts were not too far from reality...that she would come home with her pussy so wet from having actually been so daring that it is easy to complete the fantasy that she is wet from having been fucked. I was not disappointed.
I have no way of knowing how much is true, but she described in great detail how she danced with Nikki knowing that they were teasing every guy there. She related that when she did dance with some of them they clearly assumed they could take certain liberties with someone who would wear that dress and dance so provocatively with another woman. She claimed it was a huge turn on knowing the assumptions they made about a woman wearing a wedding ring and exhibiting such behavior.
