With time to spare and the privacy to go with it the editor settled down with a drink and began to read more of the letters from the cabinet in the corner. Though many were similar in content some had an unexpected twist or outcome. It was interesting how so many men fantasised about seeing their wives with other men but became scared and upset when it happened for real. Strange that lots of men almost pester their wives about introducing other men into their sex lives but when they see the woman actually enjoying it they're not so sure anymore. The editor told himself that studying these letters was all in the cause of education – learning about human nature – sitting back in the chair and unzipping his pants he sipped his drink and read on
Dear Sir,
My letter will probably seem tame in comparison with others you get on the same subject but as you only refer to them rather than publish in full who knows?
My wife and I, after just moving house decided that a change of lifestyle would also be a good idea. We had become a bit "stuffy" and unexciting. In short we wanted to improve our social life and now that we were in a new environment we could reinvent ourselves. Being away from people that knew us and family that would disapprove we would be able to be more daring and extrovert. Here, no one knew us so a trip into local bars and pubs wouldn't mean bumping into neighbours and relatives.
When discussing what changes we could make – and what we actually meant by "being daring" I was surprised that my wife mentioned sexier fashions and dress code. After talking at length she admitted that the thought of attracting other men's attention sexually turned her on. Far from being jealous or annoyed at this revelation I found that I was pleasantly excited. In short we decided it would be fun that as we were strangers in town we could go out with her wearing revealing clothing and, without being too blatant show a little leg and bosom to other men.
Being busy settling in and sorting out the new house it was a while before we had the chance to try our new adventure. We were both shocked that the talk and anticipation had built up in us a powerful sexual desire. When having sex we talked and thought of nothing else and wondered how far we would dare go - the scenarios conjured up in our minds were out of this world.
Eventually we did start to go out and both settled into new jobs with new people. Over a long period of time our fantasy began to slowly develop and become fact. We started by having a drink in small pubs because that was the likely place to have groups of men. My wife would wear short skirts and low cut tops and sometimes would accidentally let buttons pop open. Sometimes we would join in with the men playing pool or darts, my wife bending down or over the table would have the desired effect.
We would either go into pubs whose regular clientele would quietly enjoy my wife's flashing or go to a strange bar or pub where she would be a little more daring, like go without bra under slightly see-through top or wear a wrap around skirt and let the halves fall apart to show a little bare thigh above hold-up stockings. There were times that we could hardly wait till we reached home before we had sex.
What to me made it more erotic was that my wife is really quiet and placid and it is her shyness that makes her attractive to other men. If she was loud-mouthed and blatant then flashing her tits would be expected and not half as sexy. Her submissive shyness and coyness makes her more desirable – because her naughty appearance is so out of place. She also has that certain look about her, looks and body that aren't perfect, yet oozes sexual attraction – come-to bed-eyes.
The next stage was that as we became friendlier with some of the men they made the odd comment on her appearance. One night, I noticed two men position themselves in front of my wife so they could look up her skirt; she was sat in such a way that they could easily see her knickers. Later she told me that she knew they were looking and made it obvious to them she didn't mind. After that she stopped pretending some things were accidental and the men stopped pretending they were not staring.
On one of our trips to another bar one night we sat with two men in their twenties who after a while were slightly drunk and admitted they had become aroused by looking at my wife's body. Their directness thrilled my wife and when we got the chance to share their taxi she quickly said yes. While we waited for the cab to arrive the men, not caring one bit began to hug my wife and ask for a kiss. For a while I watched as they groped and kissed her and I had never ever experienced before another man touching my wife. The fact that two men were mauling her in front of me was something I could have never imagined.
Mixed with a feeling of jealousy and anxiety was a very intense sexual excitement. When the cab came my wife offered no resistance when she was pushed into the back seat between the two men while I had to sit in the front. Throughout the journey I kept glancing round and a couple of times I caught one with a hand on her breasts, they spent the time taking turns to kiss and grope her. However I had not managed to see everything that had gone on. When we finally got into the house she told me that one had taken her hand and placed it on his cock and hands had wandered up her skirt.
The effect on her was amazing – I had never seen her so turned on as she related the events of the taxi ride. She was unashamed at answering my questions on how much she had enjoyed it – how she kept her hand on the man's cock – and when I asked if those wandering hands had found their way into her knickers she breathed an excited, "Yes!"
Sex between us after that was even better – for both of us. The fact that another man had actually touched her had changed something in both of us. Over the next few weeks I found myself wishing it could happen again. Somehow now, mere showing a bit of leg wasn't enough to excite us.
I suppose the above incident set us off on the third stage. Now I was fairly relaxed about telling the men in the pub that I didn't mind if my wife put on a little show for them. I was proud of how sexy she was and it was all good fun. Provided that they weren't disrespectful toward her it was OK. I told them that like most women she liked to be admired and it was nowhere near as outrageous as what most models were prepared to do. I hinted that if they were discrete and didn't tell the entire neighbourhood - or for that matter the rest of the pub that didn't frequent the games room – that maybe, for a bit of fun, and a select few, she could occasionally be persuaded to give them the odd "special treat".
I never told my wife about that particular conversation but one day I said, "When we go out tonight what about taking things a bit further?"
"In what way?" she asked smiling.
"Not sure," I answered, trying to be casual. "What if you wore really skimpy panties – or no bra?"
"If you want me to – I'll think about it," she said with a smile.
I never saw her get ready but when we arrived at the pub I was a bit disappointed when she took off her coat. The skirt was very short but nothing special and she had a sweater over her top which was a lacy "holey" blouse, like it had been crocheted. As the evening progressed we were eventually left with about a dozen men in the room and my wife the only woman. Several of these men were not the regular bunch but it seemed that they were intent on staying. My wife had been well behaved until now, it seemed to me she was waiting for the non-regulars to leave. Only once had she bent low to pick up a dart and I had heard a distinct drawing in of breath form several of the men -though I wasn't able to see what they had seen. Standing up from behind the small table that had also hidden her legs from view she walked over to the bar and ordered herself a drink. She deliberately hesitated on her way back then dropped her purse. Bending forward, with at least eight of the men behind her she stooped to retrieve her belongings. I was one of the eight men and even found myself drawing in breath. Under her very short skirt she had on only a thong – to us behind it seemed her arse was naked.
Walking back to her seat she now sat on a chair facing into the room. A couple of comments were uttered and it was as though the entire room was staring at my wife.
"Have you men been looking up my skirt?" she asked shyly.
"Only because you have forgotten to put your knickers on," said one of the strangers.
It dawned on me that perhaps they didn't realise I was her husband and she was going spare. Clearly the promise of discretion and respect didn't apply to these guys. My wife looked un-phased by their direct comment and just laughed softly.
"Of course I have panties on!" she giggled.
"Well we couldn't see them, prove it!" one of the men challenged.
When my wife put down her drink the silence in the room was almost deafening. Mouths fell open as every man in the room waited with baited breath to see her next move.
"You're a bit naughty to ask but just to prove that I am."
Her voice tailed off as she inched up the hem of the skirt. Slowly it rose, above her stocking tops then further still until the triangle of material between her legs was there for all to see. Still further it went until the bare flesh of her belly became visible.
"See – I told you I was!" she said, then instead of covering up again as I had expected she stayed exposed, though now her gaze was lowered making her look like a misbehaved schoolgirl.
My heart missed a beat as I realised that from were most of the men were stood the light showed up her wispy strands of pubic hair through the material. The men were shell-shocked and some in an effort to disguise their erections changed position. No-one answered or commented to my wife – they just looked.
Letting go of her skirt she made a feeble attempt to restore her modesty but by design or clumsiness she failed to get it right, the little triangle was still on show.
